Page 17 of Midnight & Magic
“Excellent, Mr. Connel.”
He handed Cassidy all three outfits.
“Here, pick the one you like for today and leave the other two here for another time.”
She looked at him dumbfounded.
“I can’t accept all of this. It was bad enough when I thought it’d just be one outfit. Now you want to get me two others?”
He waved her comment off.
“It’s nothing. It’s only money. Besides, I didn’t want you uncomfortable. I’ll be waiting by the door, so we can head to the office together.”
She returned to the bathroom and tried on the light grey pinstripe pantsuit with a pink button-down shirt. It was definitely her style—so were the other two—and she struggled to believe that Camden could understand her style after just meeting her. She knew that their relationship was strong—almost intrusive at times. It seemed as if they could read each other’s souls—not just each other’s minds.
Wait? Has he been reading my mind?
She shook off the feeling because it was just a silly notion. They hadn’t even had sex yet, so it would be hard for that to happen. Not to mention that she hadn’t had the slightest clue what he’d been thinking all day yesterday. Even when she had that panic attack, she was sure he would cut their date short. After all, who would continue to care for a girl freaking out in front of them? Clearly, Camden did.
She slipped on some classic grey pumps included with the outfit, fixed a couple of loose strands of her hair, and then headed out to the penthouse entrance. Camden smiled briefly.
“You look great. I thought that would look nice on you.” He said as he opened the door and motioned for her to cross the threshold first. He clicked on the elevator button, and the doors opened immediately.
They both headed into the cart, and he pressed the button for the underground garage before looking at his watch.
“I have a 9:30 AM Zoom with a few of my American associates. We will discuss this pandemic that is wreaking havoc on the world’s markets. While I’m on that call, I’d like you in there so you can transcribe the minutes. Here are the minutes from my meeting last night with my Japanese colleagues. I’d like you to type these up and send them back to each; CC our American, British, and French contacts with this as well. Their emails are on the last page. And I’ll need this done before I take you to dinner at 3 again.”
She took the papers from his hand.
“Yes, sir.”
His face tightened.
“I told you not to call me, sir.”
“Sorry! Habit! But you also must admit that we blurred the lines last night. It’s going to take me some time to get used to,” she motioned between them, “whatever this is between us.”
His face tightened a little more.
“I thought we’d gone over everything this morning. You are mine.”
“I know. I get that. It’s just—” Cassidy’s voice trailed for a moment, and before continuing, she closed her eyes and sucked in a breath, “it’s just going to take some time. For me, I mean. To like get used to having someone care for me.”
His face softened.
“It’s good to know I can make you tongue-tied.” He said as he stroked her cheek.
The doors opened, and they walked towards the car where Sam was standing. Sam opened the door to let them both in.
“Morning, Sam. How was your evening?”
“It was wonderful, sir. How was yours?”
“Very good,” Camden said with a smile as his gaze went from Sam to Cassidy.
Cassidy smiled and then quickly ducked into the car. They were at the building in a matter of minutes, where the press with cameras flashed as fast as the questions directed toward them.
“Mr. Connel, what is your view on the pandemic, and how do you think it will affect this already plummeting market?” One reporter said before shoving a microphone in his face.
