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A half hour later, she was ready, and anxious Bront&euner dress she’d chosen for that night was a deep wine shade It wasto her curves and outlined her figure in an elegant drape The back was a low, daring cowl that swooped all the way to the base of her spine and ling silver earrings and nude Manolo Blahniks (since Audrey had insisted) and examined the final picture

Not bad She didn’t look a thing like herself, but she didn’t look bad

Bront&eue of one of the couches in the living roo the door didn’t work, she ht up She was fascinated by the city It wasthan TV

The sun was setting behind the sea of buildings when she heard a click at the front door She turned just as Logan entered, a bouquet of flowers in his hand

He stopped at the sight of her, his gaze sweeping up and down over her body A grin crossed his face "You look gorgeous, Brontë"

She smiled at him "I look expensive, you mean"

"You do, but it’s perfect for the party tonight" A slow sain roaly "You’re perfect"

Brontë flushed under his scrutiny, secretly pleased Audrey had been right after all She made a mental note to hint that his assistant needed a raise "I didn’t know you were going to work so late," she began, feeling aard as he continued to adriy I had a few s that ran late If I’d have known you were so incredibly gorgeous while waiting for h" He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her neck, his hand sliding down her naked back "I like this part"

She took the flowers and slunk out of his grasp "What tio"

Her eyes widened, and she gave him an anxious look "So we’re late? Please tell me this isn’t a dinner party"

He shook his head,to the bedroom "Just a mixer," he called back to her "So to worry about"

It didn’t exactly sound like nothing to worry about The whole "business associates" part was exactly what she orried about

His eyes gleaazed down at her "I think your dress needs solanced down at the material, then twisted to see the back--or lack of back--on her gown "I thought I looked pretty good, myself"

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a long, blue velvet box, holding it out to her "See if you like this"

Bront&euan You shouldn’t have Really Whatever you spent, it’s too much"

"Look at it," he said, a twinkle in his eye "I tried to find one like in the gift shop Now that you know that I have ave hiasped

The necklace in the box ay ift shop Where that one had been a delicate chain of dia jewels The s were encrusted It looked as if it had cost eous And it made her incredibly uncomfortable

She snapped the box shut and tried to hand it back to hian"

"I want you to wear it, Brontë You’ll look beautiful in it"

"It’s toostuff that’s waytooher protests, he flipped the box open again and pulled the necklace out "Turn around"

She an’s seous sparkle of the necklace "Do you always get your way?"

"Always," he told her with a pleased expression "Turn around"

She did, and put a hand to the necklace as he clasped it around her neck The it was heavy, decadent "Thank you, I think"

"You’re welcome" He leaned close and nibbled at her ear "I think"

A half hour later, they e Bront&euave a nervous smile to the doorman who held the way open for the in her stoain No, worse It was like those nighte and didn’t know her lines A thousand worries flew through her ? Should she lie? Act coy? Would the truth e and she had no idea which fork to use? A sht of their horrified faces if she used a salad fork on her dessert

"Are you all right?" Logan asked as they entered the elevator and waited for their floor He was dressed in a gorgeous suit with nearly invisible pinstripes that had been tailored to fit his handsoray shirt underneath it, with the collar slightly open and no tie It wasn’t a super formal event by his standards

"I’m okay," Brontë told him "Just nervous"

"I know"