Chapter thirteen
Rylee
It’s not a date.
“W ait, your new boss is the guy you ghosted after you left Paris?” Luna shouts from where the computer rests on the bed.
I stop rifling through the clothes in the closet. “Could you not yell it out like that?” I glance over my shoulder at the screen. She’s leaning forward with wide eyes. “But yes, it’s the same man. Luc. And now he’s forcing me to go to this dinner with him.” Sure, he’s my boss, but he can’t tell me what to do.
Luna chuckles. “So, you can’t say no?”
I huff, throwing another skirt on the bed on top of the other outfits I already tried on but hated. “I’ve considered it, trust me. A small part of me wants to hear him out.”
“Well, he bought out your old company and brought you to Paris. Rylee, I’m telling you—he’s in love with you.”
“In love with me? Please.” One hand goes on my hip as I roll my eyes. He might just want revenge on me for ghosting him. Then again, that doesn’t sound like him.
Luna leans closer to the camera, eyebrows raised. “So why’d he ask you out on a date?”
I scoff, shaking another blouse in front of the camera. “It’s not a date, okay? And he didn’t even ask—he demanded I show up.”
“If it’s not a date, then why have you tried on five different outfits already?” She grins, pointing toward the pile of clothes on the bed.
I groan, tossing the blouse onto the bed. “Ugh, you’re impossible. I need to look presentable—it’s a work dinner.” I think .
“Right. A work dinner,” she teases. “And you never told me why you two broke up.”
I throw my hands in the air, reminding myself to never tell my sister anything ever again. “We weren’t together, so stop saying ‘broke up’ I just… left.” And changed my number.
“Uh-huh. But you two made out.” Her grin widens.
“Alright, I’m never telling you anything.” I point a finger at the screen.
“I’m messing with you. But seriously, if he did all this, he’s definitely got more in mind than just ‘business.’”
I hold the sweater dress up against myself, eyeing it in my bedroom mirror. I chew on the inside of my cheek. “I’ll wear this. And it’s dinner, nothing else.”
“Sure, sis. Whatever you say.” Luna laughs, tilting her head.
I smirk despite myself. “Okay, I need to finish getting ready.”
“Alright, but call me back later. I need all the details.”
“I won’t be doing that. Love you. Bye.”
“Love you, too,” she says before I end the call and sets the dress aside. I take a deep breath and head into the bathroom. It’s a business dinner, I remind myself as I get ready for the evening.