How long have I been staring at the rack of clothes in front of me? An hour? Two hours? Maybe three? I don’t even know because my thoughts were all over the place.
When Mr. Wolff called me earlier, his voice deep and as alluring as always, I had to stop myself from letting out a giddy laugh like a teenager talking to their crush. It became even harder to conceal my emotions when he asked me to book a dinner reservation for three… including me.
“I’m sorry, what did you say again Mr. Wolff? For how many?” I asked on the other side of the line, trying to stop myself from sounding so shocked and confused.
“Three. Including you. I will have another driver pick you up if your friend isn’t done with Alfred by that time.” Mr. Wolff replied so casually whilst I was still trying to process the wh
