Chapter Thirteen: The First Date
Rachel couldn’t stop thinking about the roses. Every time she passed her desk and saw the petals, a whirlwind stirred in her chest. Nathaniel—the cold, composed CEO—was actually trying. That was the scariest part because what if he'd not even sure about this thing? what if he's just playing with me?
She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, but curiosity, or maybe fate, got the better of her. So when he messaged her later that afternoon with a simple, “Dinner this Friday. Not business. Just us. I hope you’ll come,” she found herself typing, “Okay.” Did I gave in to fast?
Friday came too fast.
Rachel stood in front of her mirror, debating her outfit for the third time. She finally settled on a soft, peach midi dress—simple, elegant, not too suggestive. Her
