“I need matching shoes, please,” I tell the retail assistant.
“Do you have a preferred brand?”she asks.“Louboutin?Manolo Blahnik’s?”
I only just stop my eyes from popping out.
“Okay.”
Nothing in this store is cheap, and I stopped looking at the price tags when the woman started helping me chose a dress.If Sebastian wants me to dress up for this event, and this is where he holds an account, then I can’t exactly ask to see the discount brands.
She smiles and returns a few minutes later with four pairs.We choose a strappy black pair, and she hands me a purse, which matches perfectly.
“Stunning.”She grins.“He’s a lucky man.”
“Oh, no,” I reply before stopping myself.“He’s my boss.”
Shit.
Her grin widens.“Aren’t they all, dear?”
What?
She takes the purse.“Get changed and I’ll charge this up.”
Oh, god.
I slip off the shoes, hiding my flaming face, and go back into the changing room.
Great.Now she thinks I’m fucking my boss.Well, jokes on you, lady.I fucked myself.
Wow.
That sounds really bad.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SEBASTIAN
