Page 32 of Enchanting the CEO

He laughed. "Yes, they have a very strict dress code."

"What do you mean, strict? Long gowns or something?"

"No, they want business attire. Men are required to wear a suit."

"I can work with that," I said. My dress was cute but would not be good enough for Rare. “I’m going upstairs.”

We rose from the table at the same time.

"You do that. I’ll throw these away and start the dishwasher, then put on a suit."

As I stepped past him, I accidentally tripped on the hardwood floor. I caught the edge of the table, but my butt collided with his crotch.

My face was on fire. Hell, my entire body was.

Gabe groaned, and I looked up at him. "Are you hurt?"

He pinched his eyes closed.

"Gabe?" I asked.

"I’m good."

"God, I'm so sorry. I can't believe I'm such a klutz. How can I make it up to you?"

He smiled, but it was strained. He probably was in pain. I sucked in a deep breath.

“Let’s hurry up so we don’t miss the reservation,” he choked out.

"I'll go change really quick."

I walked away, looking over my shoulder just before I left. Gabe’s face was stuck in a grimace.

Oh good Lord. Should I suggest he put ice on it?

No, just mind your own business. He probably knows how to take care of his own dick.

I hope I didn't break it.

I went upstairs with careful steps. The way this evening was going, I wouldn't put it past me to rip my dress.

By the time I reached the attic, I already knew what I wanted to wear. It was in one of the garbage bags I hadn’t opened, but I had a steamer, so I could smooth it out in no time.

I took out the dress I wore at my graduation dinner. It was pink silk and went all the way to the floor. I hadn't worn it since then because I didn't often go to fancy restaurants. But tonight was the night.

I was going to knock Gabe’s socks off. It was the least I could do after I'd demolished his dick.

Chapter Eight

Gabe

I wasn't used to failing. Generally, when I put my mind to something, I succeeded. But clearly I had my limits. Still, tonight was a win. I was going to have a nice dinner with Diane, and we’d actually enjoy some delicious food instead of trying to pass mine off as edible.

I changed into a suit quickly, then walked out to the living room and closed all the windows. The smell was gone, thank God.

While I waited, I paced the entrance hall, glancing up when I heard footsteps. My breath caught at the sight before me. Diane was absolutely stunning. The fabric of her dress shimmered, molding against her body with every step she took. She’d pinned her hair to one side, and her neck was delectable.

"Do you think this will pass as acceptable?"

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