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attempt to move back and
give us more space.
    He tilts his head, and it’s just inches
from mine. “So, Millie, how was your first day? Think you’ll enjoy it here?”
    I gulp as everything down south clenches.
My heart flutters as his tongue licks over his bottom lip. It’s innocent but
sexy as hell. “It was great, and I’m sure I’ll love it here.” To be fair the
job could absolutely suck, and I’ll still love it, staring into those deep blue
eyes all day.
    He smiles and my knees weaken. “Good.”
    Thankfully before I can get lost and kiss
him, someone starts talking to him. He makes small talk for a second and then
turns to me. “Gregory, this is my new PA, Amelie Cohen. Millie, this is
Gregory. He works on the top floor for AL Associates.”
    “Lovely to meet you, Amelie.”
    “Likewise,” I reply, shaking his hand. I
want to ask what AL Associates is, but I have a feeling I’m expected to know. I
don’t need any help in making myself look like an idiot, so I smile sweetly and
keep my mouth closed.
    “So where did you find her, Aden? I’d like
to get me one,” Gregory jokes, nudging Aden with his elbow. Aden fake laughs and
gives me an apologetic smile.
    I press my lips together. The lift comes to
a stop at the ground floor, and I want to kiss it. I know me, and I know I’m
seconds from embarrassing Aden and myself by saying something to the letch that
is Gregory. I walk out to the car park with Aden, leaving Mr Dirty Pervert
hanging around by the lift.
    Being in the open with Aden is easier,
nothing can happen here. I can’t jump him here. He turns to me, his eyes
blazing. I gulp. Maybe I can?
    We walk side by side and I want to steal a
peek at him, but I’m scared he’ll catch me, so I keep my eyes ahead, ignoring
the butterflies swarming in my stomach. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Millie,” he
says. His tone is low and sexy as hell.
    “Yes. Bye, Aden,” I whisper and walk to my
car before I do something stupid. I give it a week before I make a move and end
up being fired.

 
    Chapter Three

 
 
    The second I step through the front door, I
pull off my heels and throw them on the floor. I love heels, and how they make
me feel but, Jesus, they kill. “Pick those up please, Amelie, and come to my
dressing room. Margaret is here with the dresses,” Mum says as she walks past
me like a whirlwind.
    Oh my
first day was great, Mum, thank you very much for asking!
    I hold in a sarcastic reply and take my
shoes to my room. Can I not even do one normal thing in this damn house?
Doesn’t everyone take off their shoes and chuck them down when they get home?
My mother needs to chill out a bit; I’m surprised her head’s not exploded
by now.
    I change into a long top and leggings.
Leggings are a cardinal sin in my house, something that hookers and the lesser
people wear, or that’s what Mum’s horrified reaction makes me believe she
thinks. I like them, though. They’re comfortable, and a tiny part of me –
my immature inner child – likes that she doesn’t like them.
    My parents are hosting what they’re calling
a summer party. In reality,   it’s a
pimping Isabel out party where they’ll not so subtly search for the perfect man
to take her off their hands. She should get off her arse and go out and meet
people not rely on our parents to find her someone suitable.
    I always wonder how much say my parents
have and if Isabel would just go along with whoever they suggest, even if she
doesn’t have a connection with him. It’s not an arranged marriage, but I think
she puts a lot of trust in my parents’ matchmaking abilities. Harriet and Oliver
seem happy with their partners.
    Having a dress fitting is the last thing I
want to do. I want to lie in bed, watch crappy TV, eat junk food and obsess
about Aden. Well I don’t want to do the obsessing thing but I know I will. Aden
was definitely flirting with me too. I did not imagine that, did I?
    Mum flits through the room, pointing to