Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Anna

The mere sight of him sent me straight into an orgasm. I had thought about that night in Paris every single day since it happened. I tried to forget about it and him, but I couldn’t, and now, here I was, working for the man I was never supposed to see again. I was dying to tell Franco, but this was something that had to be done in person, not over the phone or via text.

“I’m on my way to a meeting and won’t be back before you leave. I’ll see you at seven.” Wes gave me a wink as he walked past my desk.

“Enjoy. I’ll be ready and waiting. By the way,” I shouted. “My biggest pet peeve is lateness.”

“Noted.” He turned around and gave me a smile.

“What was that all about?” Tori strolled over to my desk.

“He’s taking me to dinner tonight.” I smiled a big fuck you at her.

“Why?”

Her snotty tone rubbed me the wrong way. I could have had fun with this one, but I needed to remain professional. I didn’t want any rumors to start around the office, even though I was pretty sure she already told everyone what I had said to her earlier about the bathroom. I actually needed to set the record straight with her.

“Listen, Tori. Obviously, you don’t like me, and I’m not sure why. I lied about what I told you about the bathroom earlier. After using the bathroom, I just kind of stayed in there for a few extra minutes to think. I just moved to New York yesterday and feel a little overwhelmed because this job happened so quickly. As for Mr. Carter, he’s taking me to dinner to go over some work-related stuff and rules. That’s it.”

“I see.”

“I’m sorry for what I said to you earlier. Can we be friends?” I extended my hand.

“No.” She smiled as she turned on her heels and walked away.

Bitch. Now it was game on.

As soon as I entered the apartment and kicked off my heels, Franco came down the stairs and hugged me.

“How was your first day, Madame?”

“Well, a woman in the office named Tori hates my guts.”

“Really?” he asked with an expression of shock. “Who could ever hate you?”

“I could give you a list of people who hate me. But I do have something to tell you. I’ve been dying all day and couldn’t wait to get home!”

“Did your old-ass boss sexually harass you?” he asked with excitement as he lightly grabbed my arm.

“He’s not an old ass. His name is Wes Carter, as in the sexy American I slept with in Paris.”

“Shut up! No way. How is that possible?”

“Right? I was in total shock, and so was he. Anyway, I have to get ready. He’s picking me up at seven and taking me to dinner.”

“Goodie. I can’t wait to meet him. Oh shit, Anna. You’re going to have to tell him that you lied to get the job.”

“Already did. That’s one reason he’s taking me to dinner. He wants my full story.”

“Believe me, darling, he wants more than that.”

“I hope he does.” I winked.

Wes

My driver, Frank, pulled up to Anna’s building, and I climbed out of the car. There was no way she could afford a place like this on a personal assistant’s salary. But then again, she did say she was living with her best friend. I walked into the building, told the doorman who I was, and took the elevator up to the eleventh floor. When I stepped out, I walked down the hallway until I found apartment 1120. After knocking on the door, it opened, and a man stood there and stared at me from head to toe.

“Well, hello there.” He smiled. “You must be Wes. I’m Franco, Anna’s bestie.” He extended his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Franco.” I shook his hand.

“Please, step into our humble abode.”

“Thank you.” I stepped inside and looked around.

“Anna will be down in a minute.”

“Your apartment is great,” I spoke. “Do you mind if I ask what you do?”

“I don’t mind at all. I’m a designer, and I run and own Stiles Industries. In fact, I made Anna’s wedding dress. Oops. Maybe I shouldn’t have told you that. Oh well, she won’t mind. Let me show you.”

He grabbed his phone from the table and handed it to me. I gulped when I saw her picture.

“Wow. You made that?”

“I did, and I made her veil. Isn’t she delicious?”

“You’re very talented.”

“Thank you.” He grinned. “I’m also designing Jules Warren’s wedding gown.”

“Really?” I cocked my head.

“Franco, what are you doing?” Anna asked as she walked down the stairs in a stunning short black and silver dress.

“Nothing.” He grabbed his phone from my hand.

She shot him a look, and then a beautiful smile graced her lips as she turned and looked at me.

“Hello. You look stunning.” I grinned.

“Hi. Thank you. Are you ready to go?” she asked.

“I am. After you.” I placed my hand on the small of her back. “It was nice to meet you, Franco.”

“The pleasure was all mine, Wes. You two have fun.”

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