I smiled. Now, we had a special date, and I didn’t want to be late. I pressed my hand to the lock and it beeped. He’d programmed my palmprint into the entire casino security system.
I was really enjoying helping out Nash and the security team. Hell, I’d even discovered I liked working with Nash.
It felt good, helping with security and keeping guests safe.
I pulled up short when I saw Georgie in the living room. “Oh, hey.”
She rose from the couch.
We’d been getting to know each other better this week. We’d even had drinks in one of the casino bars. We’d ended up getting tipsy and giggling, much to Bastian and Nash’s amusement.
“Bastian sent me,” she said. “To help you get ready.”
I frowned. “For our date?”
She nodded. “He sent a dress for you to wear. He asked me to help you with hair and makeup.” She waved a hand. “Come on.” She nudged me toward the bedroom like a very polite bulldozer. “Wait until you see the dress.”
Today, Georgie was wearing a pretty, dark-blue dress. It swirled around her calves. It was dressier than usual. For work, she usually wore suits or smart, fitted business-style dresses.
Then I saw the dress hanging in the walk-in closet and gasped.
It was silver and impossibly romantic. It had a vaguely 1920’s vibe, with flowing silver fabric covered in pretty silver beading. It had a V-neck, fluttery short sleeves, and more silver beadwork at the waistline.
“That’s too fancy for a date.”
“Not for a date with Bastian Thorne,” Georgie said.
I shot her a rueful smile. “True.”
“Go. Put it on.” She sent me a cheeky smile. “He included lingerie as well. I’ll wait in the bedroom.”
I found a silky, silver bodysuit that looked like it was made from gossamer web. I shimmied into it. It was so damn sexy. I imagined Bastian when he saw it.
Then I slipped into the dress and tied on the strappy, silver shoes.
Heart pounding, I turned to look in the mirror.
I looked like a princess.
I felt like a princess.
“I’m dressed,” I called out.
Georgie appeared. Her eyes went wide and she clapped her hands together. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Lark.”
I felt beautiful.
She studied me, tapping a finger against her lips. “Hair down, I think. Maybe we’ll add some beachy waves. Then your makeup needs to be natural with smoky eyes.”
“Okay.”
She bustled around and soon I was standing in the bathroom while she fussed with my hair and makeup.
“All done,” Georgie announced.
I stared at the mirror above the sink. I really did look beautiful.
“He has a good eye for what suits you,” she said.
