Chapter 8
Natalie
“This is not how I thought we would start the training,” I told Penn.
My freshly manicured hands brushed down the front of the dark blue dress that had been delivered earlier that morning. It was simple and elegant. A sharp contrast to the jaw-dropper I’d worn only last week for New Year’s Eve.
“Well, this is where we will begin. You’re under my tutelage now, and I believe in a hands-on approach.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “That I did know.”
The tilt of his lips said he was amused by me, but he didn’t let it show otherwise. He was fully in control tonight as we took a sleek black car to a charity dinner for the children’s art foundation. It felt too soon for me to be out in public. I’d thought that he’d want to show me the ropes or give me a PowerPoint slide lect
