Advantage
"Perfect," was Theodore's reaction to the outfit I'd chosen. A fitted black pencil skirt with a black blouse which I'd tucked neatly, my hair pulled back into an elegant golden clip. The red bottom heels were an addition that felt necessary, if only because the added height made taking the man's arm more comfortable. Instead of towering over me as usual, Theodore's height was more fitting to mine in his fitted black slacks, his light black sweater rolled to his forearms, hugging his broad chest. "When I introduce you and they mistake you for my wife," he stated with a sigh, "just remind them that you're my personal lawyer." Somehow, I knew that was the ploy he had been brewing. "Will we be signing contracts during this dinner?" I wondered with a frown. It felt wrong to have him sign
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