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“Oh please, you’re not the first e her eyebrows, causing roan
“Can you not? I mean he’s very reserved He didn’t even like rumpy and aloof But there are times… I mean, there are moments where I see him, the person he hides fros”
“No, this is ridiculous You’re acting like an oldbehind old pains and heartaches When I was in Italy, I enjoyed my life, and I would take chances because I could “Listen to me, Nea, if he’s hot and you’re attracted to hio ah that hardened outer shell” Her announcement coh even more
“What if I’ his intensity as annoyance and not want?” She stopsto look at s, and that’s why I need s are stupid or valid
“You’re never going to know if you don’t take a chance,” Phee tells me earnestly Her expression is serious for once, and I know if she was pulling row out of your pain, out of that darkness that held you for so long You need this, Nea”
“Ha, I need to get kissed, or I need to get ravaged?”
“Both!” Her squeal echoes on the speakers, bouncing off the walls of e you I mean, like well and truly fucked”
“Oh od, Phee!”
“I’ without it, you’ll become an old cat lady,” she teases playfully, and I have to roll my eyes
“I happen to like cats There’s nothing wrong with those sweet little furballs,” I tell her, folding nation, which only has her rolling her eyes
“Yeah, sure” My best friend laughs, which has , and for the first time since I left, I feel like I can do this Both live here and perhaps seduce my bossChapter 11NeaIt’s been a couple of days since the tension skyrocketed Julian has lingered in the et the event preparations ready Even though he’s still looked over ood, respectful But he’s also been distant Only coain when I leave
However, each lunch hour when I’ve ventured into the kitchen, I found treats he’d leave forI haven’t been inside the gallery since et back in there again soon
But today is Wednesday, and its time for me to dive headfirst into an event I’ve only done ss when I was still in Rouests for a couple of hours and then any other ticketed patrons for another two hours
The dress code is formal The drinks and snacks cost thousands of dollars This isn’t soht, back-alley art show This is the real deal, and I’s open, and Julian saunters in with a black gar a box in his other hand and that stupid handsome smile on his face
I’ve tried not to look at hiirly flutters that seem to be present each ti down the box, and hanging the clothing bag against one of the railings meant to hold up coats
“What’s all this?”
“Your outfit for tonight,” he tellsmy way Shock lances at ht want so in every inch ofI’s today
“Thank you” I push off the chair andit, I find a purple dress er is a silky negligee I’h dress “I didn’t expect this”
“Well, there won’t be any tie, and then return and be here to greet the guests” Julian turns and heads for the door, and for the first time in a while, I want him here