~ Anyssa's Pov ~
What the heck am I even doing? Dressing up to go on a date with a man twenty years older than me? Not just any man—my father's best friend. My boss.This is all kinds of wrong. I can't go on a dinner date with him, but I also can't stop staring at his texts. I know he sent those messages, which is why I can’t completely ignore him.
I walked to the patio the minute a Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail pulled in. The windows were tinted, but it didn’t take me long to know it was him. Ronan got out, wearing a black tuxedo with a blue tie, polished shoes, and a very expensive watch. The front of his blackish-grey hair fell over his face while the back was slicked back.
He walked toward me with poise and confidence, and I tried to slow my racing heart.
How can he look this
