Page 136 of Savage Suit
Suddenly parched, I grabbed my Dr. Pepper and gulped half the contents of the glass.
Eyeing me, she took a dainty sip of her Mexican Coke. Her smoldering look, her mouth around the lip of the bottle, did nothing to ease my erection.
We needed to go on a proper date, return to my comfortable bed, and fuck each other’s brains out.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I opened my calendar to find the first available day. Right now, I didn’t care that she still worked for me. It didn’t matter she wanted a career.
I needed to have her with the full knowledge of her identity. Everything could be worked out later.
I focused on my calendar.
Holy shit, tomorrow was Amage’s ball! Every year, they threw a huge gala. That was the perfect excuse to take Ryan out. “There’s a critical party for Amage I must attend tomorrow night. You are going with me.”
Irritation entered her gaze. “I have to accompany you?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me.
“This is a business affair for one of our most important accounts, where you will serve as project manager if they award us a new contract. Therefore, it’s imperative you attend.”
Each year, I used the event to solidify connections and size up my competition.
“How kind of you to order me to a business event the day before it’s taking place, Mr. Keegan.”
“It slipped my mind.”
“You don’t know what I’ve got planned for tomorrow evening,” she snapped. “Besides, you didn’t ask me. You ordered me.”
Bartender Ian came to mind. I didn’t like the thought she might see him. “Do you have a date?”
“No, but—”
“But nothing. It starts at nine. My driver will pick you up at eight. Be ready.”
“What would you have done if I had other plans?”
“You don’t.”
She gave me the stink eye. “What’s the dress code?”
“Formal.”
“I don’t have a gown.”
I begged to differ. She had an unforgettable blue gown. “I’m giving you the day off tomorrow,” I announced, wondering what had become of the dress. “I’ll have Tina alert Celine you need a gown for tomorrow night.”
Amusement lit her face, and she shook her head. “You’re creating a monster, Mr. Keegan. I love clothes and you’re feeding my habit. Stop! It is unsustainable on my salary.”
“Celine is at your disposal. Whatever you desire is at your beck and call.”
She giggled. “What’s in that Dr. Pepper? You’ve gone insane.”
“Perhaps.”
“You never answered my question.”
The hypothetical one where she would’ve been unavailable. “I would’ve gone without you, but I prefer if you accompanied me.”
“I see,” she said smugly. “I don’t need to come;youjust want me with you.”
God fucking dammit, but she looked so sexy right now.
