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“So, it’s a yes, then?”

“Beckett, I can’t keep up with you.”

He takes a step closer. It’s so intimate, I feel the warmth of his body radiating through mine. Dear God.

“You’re underestimating yourself,” he says. His eyes are almost hooded beneath his thick, dark eyelashes.

Am I imagining things?

A jarring thought hits me.

“I don’t have anything to wear. My wardrobe consists of pantsuits, skirt-suits, and an infinite number of vests. Nothing appropriate to hang out with a former rock star.”

God, that sounded so geeky.

Really, Arianne?

A hot guy suggests a carefree night and that’s your lame excuse?

“Weren’t you here at six this morning?” Beckett asks.

I knew sleep would evade me the second I read that headline last night. Coming in early was a way of distracting my mind.

“Yes,” I say.

He looks down at his impressive watch. Just like the rest of him, it screams power and money. “It’s a little past one right now, which means you’ve already clocked seven hours of work. I suggest you pack up your things and hit a couple stores.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely. Does dinner at eight work?”

“It does.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“That sounds great!”

“Now we have that settled, let’s talk about Rhys.”

Chapter 14

Arianne

“Pick up. Please, please, please,” I say, my eyes glued to the screen.

After nearly sprinting back to my office, I called my best friend.

When Phoebe accepts the video call, I let out a sigh of relief.

“What’s up?” she asks. “You just bombarded me with ten text messages.”

“You weren’t responding, so I took the liberty of calling you. I know you’re a night owl.”

“I just got out of the shower,” she says. “Why do you look so freaked out?”

“Help! I have nothing to wear!”

She squints at me. “You’re fully clothed,” she says. “Are you drinking on the job?”

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