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Mila: Handcuffs?

Me: That can be arranged.

Mila: Not sure I’m ready for that. But I do have a skirt that is woefully short.

Me: You’re killing me.

Mila: Done. Dinner, then?

Me: Absolutely. How about I cook for you?

Mila: You cook?

Me: Totally.

Mila: And safer. Can’t run into other staff. You probably know everyone.

She’s not wrong.

Me: It’s only for now.

Mila: Ok. I’ve been spotted hiding in the hay room. Later!

I set the phone down and roll over onto my back. How is it that I feel sixteen again with her? Because she’s so young? It’s rubbing off on me?

The age difference doesn’t seem to be an issue.

Just the job.

Bringing her here for dinner is a good idea from a privacy standpoint.

But Arya will be here.

And that worries me. Is Mila ready to meet my family? Will Arya feel pushed out again?

And how soundproof is my room, actually?

I guess we’ll all have to figure it out.

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As I drive to the address Sebastian sent me, I wish I had told Brooklyn more. She could have advised me on underwear. Front hook versus back hook bra? And how serious was Sebastian about the short skirt? I had offered it up, but was that just banter or was I expected to follow through?

I know nothing.

Camille was little help over Facetime. Ever practical, though, she suggested I carry an oversized purse that was clearly a purse and not any sort of overnight bag. Pack the short skirt. Then I was covered.

So I did.

At every red light, I fuss with my hair and clothes. I settled on a normal-length skirt with red flowers, and a red silk shirt that buttons down the front.

I’m terrified I’ve chosen poorly, although I’m not sure why. It’s dinner at his house. Should I have been casual? Jeans?

This is worse than the nights I dressed thinking I would have my one-night stand. I never planned to see those people again.

This is looking to be a long-term thing.

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