Page 24 of My Wildest Obsession

“See you,” I say and I sit back in my chair as my friends sit across from me.

“Are you really going to let Clara decorate?” Adrien asks, and I snort.

“No.”

“Yes,” Clara says at the same time. “And I have so many ideas already!”

“No,” I repeat, but she’s not listening to me.

She heads back out to her desk and I try to pay attention to what Levi and Adrien are saying as we eat lunch. Instead, all I can focus on is my assistant.

I’m in way too deep. I should break things off now, but I just don’t have it in me.

Man, I’m fucked.

ELEVEN

Clara

“You didn’t haveto get me a dress. I could have found something in my closet,” I tell Theo as we walk into the gala Saturday night.

“It’s not a big deal,” he says, brushing me off as we head over to greet his aunt.

I don’t bother to ask him how he knew my size. I’m starting to see that Theo watches me the same way that I watch him. He knows things about me that I didn’t realize.

The thought has butterflies taking flight in my stomach.

“Cheryl,” Theo says and I elbow him out of the way so that I can hug her.

“Thanks for the invite! I brought Theo’s checkbook from work,” I tell her and she laughs.

Theo eyes me and I grin.

“Did you really? I’ve been looking for that,” he whispers, and I laugh.

“Yeah. For charity.”

He holds out his hand and I grab the checkbook out of my purse and hand it to him.

“Thanks for coming. Both of you,” Cheryl says, and I nod.

“Of course.”

“I’ll let you two look around. I need to go check on a few things, but I’ll find you later in the night.”

She waves as she heads off and I loop my arm through Theo’s.

“Where should we start?” I ask as we turn to take in the large ballroom that’s been decorated for tonight. There’s tables up front by the stage and a small dance floor and bar on the other half. Little tables dot the perimeter with items for you to bid on and I tug on his arm.

“Let’s get a drink and then do some bidding.”

He grunts, letting me lead the way over to the bar.

“A martini and a whiskey, neat, please,” I order.

Theo doesn’t seem surprised that I know his order and I smile, leaning against him slightly.

“My shoes are starting to hurt already. I should have worn them a little more, broken them in a bit.”

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