(Rebecca's POV)
Eric picks me up at Connie's at six-thirty.
He's wearing a dark suit. No tie. Top button open. He looks like a man who runs a company and doesn't need a tie to prove it.
"You look nice," he says when I get in the car.
"Connie picked the dress."
"Tell Connie she has good taste."
The dress is black. Simple. Fitted at the waist with a high neckline that Connie said made me look like I owned something. I told her I don't own anything right now. She said that's exactly why I need to look like I do.
The banquet is at the Grand Langley — a tech industry event, invitation only. Eric's company, RobotX, is one of the sponsors. He asked me to come as his guest two days ago. I said yes before he finished the sentence.
It's been a long time since someone invited me anywhere as a
