Chapter One
Rachel
Today was my one-month anniversary in my new job, personal assistant to real estate executive Evan Scott, and walking down to the best taco truck in Chicago during my lunch hour was the ideal way to celebrate. Perfectly seasoned meat on a soft corn tortilla was familiar comfort food to me, and I indulged with zero-f***s given. I loved to eat and I wouldn’t apologize for that.
Done with my quick lunch, I headed back toward the office, but my sensible pumps snapped to a halt in front of a ritzy boutique I’d managed to ignore for four weeks. Not just any boutique, but one catering to my number-one secret pleasure. Lingerie. Clouds of pale blue tulle cradled jewel-toned satin bras that spilled out of a treasure chest worthy of a pirate.
LingerieNeed, the devil on my sho
