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attire than a regular ponytail, making sure to allow a few curls to hang down on the side to frame my face. Sitting in front of the mirror, I grabbed my make-up and dabbed some on my face.
I added a bit more than I normally wore as I felt the formal occasion called for it. Satisfied that I’d done the best I could, I grabbed a simple pair of earrings and then my watch.
Oh shit !
I was gonna be late.
8 .
Dawdling in front of the mirror had cost me precious time, and I was a minute late reaching the dining room. My apology died in my throat, and I stopped short at the door as my eyes fell on our guest for the evening, who stood beside Mr. Weatherton near the table. Platinum blonde curls piled high on her head, and carefully applied make-up enhanced her flawless face.
A slinky, black dress hugged her supermodel body. The neckline plunged almost to her belly button, barely hiding the swell of her breasts. She wore spiked silver heels which caused her ass to jut out perfectly and had legs that just wouldn’t quit.
My heart fell to my stomach, and I felt nauseated. I knew all along that Jace Weatherton could have his pick of any gorgeous woman, but I’d gotten used to having his undivided attention at meals and when he worked in his home office that I’d created a bit of a fantasy that maybe—just maybe, he might actually be attracted to me.
I had to blink back the tears that welled up in my eyes and threatened to fall. I’d been stupid. So very stupid. I should’ve known better than to entertain any thought of Mr. Weatherton being attracted to me. The attention he seemed to shower on me must be the same as for every other person in his employ.
My elation at wearing the pretty dress disappeared. For a moment, I’d felt beautiful—until I walked into the room to see what beautiful really was. I wanted nothing more than to turn on my heels before he saw me and flee the room, but I knew if I did, I’d face the consequences…and I had a feeling the punishment would be much more severe than what I’d experienced for being late.
He looked up and caught my eye, and my heart fluttered. Would I always react that way when he looked at me?
“Miss Darling, come meet our guest.”
He beckoned me toward where they stood. I hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before gliding across the carpet.
“This is, Tiffany. She’s an old friend of mine. We attended school together.”
I took the offered hand and shook it. It was the briefest of handshakes. She pulled her hand away from mine almost the minute our skin touched. Tiffany barely glanced at me as she shifted her body away from me and toward Mr. Weatherton. Obviously, I was not worthy of her attention.
He moved around the table and pulled out her chair. She smirked at me and sat down. Irritation quickly welled up inside me. I wanted to smack the smart ass smile right off her face.
I knew this would be the longest meal of my life. I would be lucky to escape it without doing or saying something that caused Mr. Weatherton to throw me out on my ass.
I walked around the table to my own chair, but to my surprise, Mr. Weatherton beat me to it, and pulled it out for me. As I sat, I glanced over at Tiffany to see she was shooting me a death glare. Apparently, she didn’t appreciate that Mr. Weatherton’s gentlemanly graces extended to me as well.
One of the maids stayed over to help the cook serve the meal, and they came into the posh dining room bearing steaming plates of food. I spent the meal mostly listening to them talk and picking at my food. Tiffany laughed and flirted like Mr. Weatherton was the last man on earth. She also talked incessantly about herself, and I could’ve sworn at one point that she attempted to play footsie with him under the table.
By the end of the meal, I wanted to stab her with my fork. I’d never in my life seen someone so vapid and transparent. She laid her napkin on the table by her plate and stood.
“Jace, why don’t you
I added a bit more than I normally wore as I felt the formal occasion called for it. Satisfied that I’d done the best I could, I grabbed a simple pair of earrings and then my watch.
Oh shit !
I was gonna be late.
8 .
Dawdling in front of the mirror had cost me precious time, and I was a minute late reaching the dining room. My apology died in my throat, and I stopped short at the door as my eyes fell on our guest for the evening, who stood beside Mr. Weatherton near the table. Platinum blonde curls piled high on her head, and carefully applied make-up enhanced her flawless face.
A slinky, black dress hugged her supermodel body. The neckline plunged almost to her belly button, barely hiding the swell of her breasts. She wore spiked silver heels which caused her ass to jut out perfectly and had legs that just wouldn’t quit.
My heart fell to my stomach, and I felt nauseated. I knew all along that Jace Weatherton could have his pick of any gorgeous woman, but I’d gotten used to having his undivided attention at meals and when he worked in his home office that I’d created a bit of a fantasy that maybe—just maybe, he might actually be attracted to me.
I had to blink back the tears that welled up in my eyes and threatened to fall. I’d been stupid. So very stupid. I should’ve known better than to entertain any thought of Mr. Weatherton being attracted to me. The attention he seemed to shower on me must be the same as for every other person in his employ.
My elation at wearing the pretty dress disappeared. For a moment, I’d felt beautiful—until I walked into the room to see what beautiful really was. I wanted nothing more than to turn on my heels before he saw me and flee the room, but I knew if I did, I’d face the consequences…and I had a feeling the punishment would be much more severe than what I’d experienced for being late.
He looked up and caught my eye, and my heart fluttered. Would I always react that way when he looked at me?
“Miss Darling, come meet our guest.”
He beckoned me toward where they stood. I hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before gliding across the carpet.
“This is, Tiffany. She’s an old friend of mine. We attended school together.”
I took the offered hand and shook it. It was the briefest of handshakes. She pulled her hand away from mine almost the minute our skin touched. Tiffany barely glanced at me as she shifted her body away from me and toward Mr. Weatherton. Obviously, I was not worthy of her attention.
He moved around the table and pulled out her chair. She smirked at me and sat down. Irritation quickly welled up inside me. I wanted to smack the smart ass smile right off her face.
I knew this would be the longest meal of my life. I would be lucky to escape it without doing or saying something that caused Mr. Weatherton to throw me out on my ass.
I walked around the table to my own chair, but to my surprise, Mr. Weatherton beat me to it, and pulled it out for me. As I sat, I glanced over at Tiffany to see she was shooting me a death glare. Apparently, she didn’t appreciate that Mr. Weatherton’s gentlemanly graces extended to me as well.
One of the maids stayed over to help the cook serve the meal, and they came into the posh dining room bearing steaming plates of food. I spent the meal mostly listening to them talk and picking at my food. Tiffany laughed and flirted like Mr. Weatherton was the last man on earth. She also talked incessantly about herself, and I could’ve sworn at one point that she attempted to play footsie with him under the table.
By the end of the meal, I wanted to stab her with my fork. I’d never in my life seen someone so vapid and transparent. She laid her napkin on the table by her plate and stood.
“Jace, why don’t you
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