Emily wasn’t surprised to find many pretty - and no doubt pricey - outfits when she opened the closet of the guest room in which she was supposed to stay.
“Nobody doubts your ability to provide, Theo,” she said fondly. “Why do you insist on pampering me so much?”
He wasn’t there to hear her. She just expressed her opinion, addressing no one.
She first chose black skinny jeans and a white top that had a plunging V-neckline. One could never go with black and white, she reasoned.
She recalled when he had told her she was underestimating him, and that brought chills down her spine - both of physical awareness and crippling fear. What if he wasn’t a businessman but rather some mafia heir or something.
That would explain the wealth and the bodyguards that were ready to do his bidding.
