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He grabbed his phone from the table and handed it to me. I gulped when I saw her picture.

“Wow. You made that?”

“I did, and I made her veil. Isn’t she delicious?”

“You’re very talented.”

“Thank you.” He grinned. “I’m also designing Jules Warren’s wedding gown.”

“Really?” I cocked my head.

“Franco, what are you doing?” Anna asked as she walked down the stairs in a stunning short black and silver dress.

“Nothing.” He grabbed his phone from my hand.

She shot him a look, and then a beautiful smile graced her lips as she turned and looked at me.

“Hello. You look stunning.” I grinned.

“Hi. Thank you. Are you ready to go?” she asked.

“I am. After you.” I placed my hand on the small of her back. “It was nice to meet you, Franco.”

“The pleasure was all mine, Wes. You two have fun.”

Chapter Eleven

Anna

Wes made a reservation for two at Le Bernardin. When we stepped inside the elite French restaurant, the young blonde hostess seated us at a quiet table in the corner for two.

“Good evening, Mr. Carter. May I start you and the lovely lady off with something from our drink menu?”

“Good evening, Enzo.”

“I’ll have a neat martini, please,” I said with a smile.

“And I’ll have the same,” he spoke.

“So, what did you think of Franco?” I asked.

“He seems very nice, and I can tell he cares for you a lot.”

“He’s my best friend. Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without him.” I picked up my glass of water and brought it to my lips.

“On a more serious note, tell me how you wormed your way into being my personal assistant. I’ll be honest, Anna, I have trust issues when it comes to women, and knowing that you sent in a fake resume raises some red flags for me.”

I sat there for a moment and narrowed my eyes at him. Okay. I could understand his concern.

“Well then, we both have something in common. You don’t trust women, and I don’t trust men. But, if you want the truth, I had to run Franco’s sketchbook over to his studio yesterday, and when I arrived, Jules was there. She was going on and on how she was on a time crunch because she had to find a replacement for you. Franco opened his big mouth and created the story of how I worked for Mr. Baker. Then, before I knew it, she gave me her business card and told me to send over my resume. So Franco had his criminal cousin, Lars, make a fake resume with fake references, and I sent it over, and she hired me. Trust me, I had no intention of getting a job so soon. It all happened so quickly.”

He sat there with a narrowed eye and listened intently to every word I spewed at him.

“So then you don’t have any personal assisting or office experience at all?” he asked.

Moment of truth.

“Oh no, I have a lot of ‘corporate’ experience. But I’m usually the one sitting in the big office with the personal assistant.”

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