The moment I stepped into my apartment, I kicked off my heels and collapsed onto the couch with a sigh. Today had been eventful. The office had practically turned into a runway show for me the second I walked in, whispers trailing behind me and of course, Martin had his own moment of stunned silence, complete with a dramatic key drop which had me giggling all day.
But now, I had a new problem.
A white dress!
Martin Knight, in all his billionaire arrogance, had casually decided that I needed an elegant white dress for an event he was taking me to. A dress I did not own because I really hated wearing white.
I groaned, rubbing my face. Of course, the one time in my life someone orders me to buy a dress, it has to be white. White! A color that had zero business in my closet because, frank
