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“Of course, Mr Blackwood,” she says, with a knowing smile on her face

CHAPTER 6

Bailey

I step out of the Uber outside of Caesar’s Palace I didn’t want to drive onwith my boss and an investor at Restaurant Guy Savoy As I head into this eatery I could never afford, I ad allowance he allotted I would have been tossed out if I’d worn the cheap black suit I’d had on earlier

God, it had been sojust so I look the part as Declan Blackwood’s assistant He’d never want anyone to realize I was fro side of the tracks

What’s worse, I bet the saleswoht Declan bought me these clothes because ere lovers

It’s the most shameful part… that people will probably think I slept my way into this job

I’m sure Flavia does Especially since Declan came back into the boutique after his phone calls and insisted I show hie, with three rooth, three-sidedcustoles Below that, two chairs flanked a couch A private butler attended to Declan, bringing him coffee while he surfed his phone and watched as I

And by e, faced hiave a chin lift of approval or a slight shake of his head

From Flavia, I soon found out that when he said to provide accoutreerie to be worn under each outfit At first, I declined, but when she said I’d have to take it up with Mr Blackwood, I iument, which would have only made the inevitable ru lacy concoctions, never having seen anything so beautifully delicate before I most certainly have never worn a two-hundred-dollar pair of panties before

Declan, obviously, did not have the pleasure of viewing those pieces, but if the way he watched me was any indication, he was definitely curious While some of his expressions may have been due to his appreciation of finely tailored clothing, I’d bet he also fantasized about as underneath The gleaaze were proof He hadn’t overtly leered Soh, a hint of lust sparked in his eyes I hate that it madeso since I had

In the end, he approved several outfits—one a stunning s and a cross-over pleated blouse, which huggedto still look professional I hadn’t wanted to take it off Declan, however, insisted I wear a beautiful tweed outfit in light grays and lavender

Each outfit had been paired with s in muted colors that complemented the entire wardrobe I tried to mentally calculate the cost, but had to stop when I realized it would probably exceedthat a the purchases ho them in my small closet next to my cheap wardrobe

My first foray into the world of hotel investments had me dressed professionally in a tweed suit, but clueless in every other aspect I had nothing to offer to the conversation between Declan and the “investor,” Dray to interject so concise and helpful Instead, I’d felt incredibly aard as I’d sat there, silently taking notes on my new iPad Pro

While Declan enjoyed scallops and Mr Frost had a steak, I munched on a salad as they discussed a boutique Blackwood resort project in the Cayine why the Blackwoods would need Mr Frost’s money to build another hotel—they were billionaires, after all—but it wasn’t my place to ask

All I had to do was sit there, look intelligent, and take notes

Afterward, Declan had asked, “Did you notice anything odd about the ?”

I had no clue what he was angling for It was the firstI’d ever attended where one person solicited another for funds to build a hotel, so I wasn’t in a position to knohat constituted as ordinary

But one thing had struck ht Mr Frost seen process, but I’m not sure if that’s odd”