Emily’s POV
I walked out with Ethan, keeping a safe distance between us.
Not that it mattered anyway.
His mere presence was magnetic, pulling me in despite my best efforts to act indifferent. As we reached the curb, I instinctively raised my hand to hail a cab, eager to escape this sudden turn of events.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Ethan’s voice cut through the air, smooth yet edged with amusement.
I turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. “Back to work. I can’t exactly show up to lunch dressed like this,” I said, gesturing to my outfit. "It is too nice for the occasion. I don't want you getting the wrong impression and all that bullshit."
His eyes swept over me in a way that made my skin tingle. “This is what you call ‘nice clothes’?” he asked, the corner of his mouth twitchi
