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must he be so dreamy?
    “ Molly,” I announced, hoping he’d finally get the hint. “Mr. Stagliano,” I tried to continue, but were sidetracked as his eyes pealed me away from the conversation. “It appears you have something of mine. I want it back,” I demanded. He was still smirking at me as if something was funny that I wasn’t getting.
    “Miss Woods,” he turned his chair to look directly in my eyes. “I mean, Molly,” he heckled. “I will graciously give you whatever you want, but not until tomorrow night. 8pm.”
    Wow, he is full of himself…
    “A nd if I don’t go?” I questioned, knowing the answer already.
    He shrugged as if he didn’t believe my hesitation, “I guess you go without.” Jackass.
    “Fine,” I caved and sneered at him. “What should I wear?”
    “A cocktail dress will suffice,” he answered with authority. “8pm. Don’t keep me waiting.” He started to stand up as to usher me to the door. Damn him.
    I hesitated to stand up when he did, because I was shocked at his bluntness. Instead of ushering me out the door, he sat casually on the corner of his desk staring at me.
    “Why dinner?” And why with me?
    “You stated we didn’t know each other, Miss Woods. I want to change that,” he said looking directly into my eyes.
    “Alright then, Mr. Stagliano. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow night then.” I stood up and headed for the door. Drake stood up and ushered me to the door. He gently placed his hand around my waist guiding me through the door. I trembled as he hand met my bare skin.
    Holy shit…
    “Until tomorrow night, Molly,” he whispered in my ear as I was leaving. I shivered as his lips brushed close to me and walked out.
    Fuck.
      

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
     
     
    “So who’s the lucky guy?” Michael grinned as he me watched me get dressed.
    “I’d rather not say.”
    God I hope this dress is sexy enough. Do I want it to be sexy? Ugh, shut up Molly.
    “Oh. My. God. Don’t tell me… Drake?” Michael inched closer to examine my dress. I rolled my eyes at him and he definitely knew. “Drake. Thee Drake Stagliano?”
    “Yes. He’s making me have dinner with him in order to get the contents of my wallet. Bastard,” I replied as I put my stilettos on and grab some earrings. If I was going to be forced to eat dinner with this man, he may as well be tortured by looking at me knowing he can’t ever have me.
    “Genius. He must have it bad,” Michael said raising his eyebrows at me. Too bad, I wasn’t looking for anything. Not even something casual. Or was I? Perhaps I have just told myself enough times that I started to believe it.
    “Yeah well, it’s the first and last time. I need to focus on passing my internship, graduating, and getting a job,” I snapped as I grabbed my coat and purse. 7:50 PM. He’ll be here any minute now. Shit.
    “Here let me help,” Michael said, taking my coat. He pecked me on the cheek and slapped my ass. “Go get’em girl!” Yuck.
    I took the elevator down to the lobby and fidgeted with my keys until I saw a limo pull up outside my building. Crap, a limo? I watched as the driver came around and opened the door for Drake. He re-buttoned his suit and walked to the entrance. I casually stood there waiting, uneager to go through with this date.
    “Molly ? I was planning to fetch you at your apartment,” Drake said as he approached me never taking his eyes off me.
    Damn, those eyes are a-mazing.
    “Well, then I guess I saved you a trip, Mr. Stagliano,” I grinned, knowing exactly what he meant. This was not a date. I don’t need to be ‘fetched’.
    “Always a delight ,” he smirked, opening his arm up for me. “And please, you can call me Drake.”
    I could sense his humor in the whole situation. I would have never agreed to dinner had he not kept my things captive. He escorted me to the limo while his driver opened the door for us. I got in and immediately went to the far side hoping to keep some safe distance