he occasion without my dad's presence. I had to put a stop to

nted, "You look stunning." Who is the man? Some awkward

on him all week, it was beginning to annoy me that I was devoting my free time to him rather than getting compensated for

on his chin as he gave me a narrowing

d a fancy yawn while looking at my watch. "I'm not. It's merely a busine

ould try to have fun

ou. While I'm gone, please don't rev the engine. Around the house, my dad and I were accustome

ht face. "I'll save some delicious,

and pleaded with my pores not to perspire. Why the heck did I feel so anxious? A short while later, the door received a knock, and the driver informed me that Mr. Clifford w

a glimpse of Mr. Clifford's muscular frame inside. He was dressed in one of those professional outfits that highlighted his powerful, athletic build.

inded my knees not to sag by rubbing my hand across my thigh. Even though he traced slowly over my body, it didn't help.

ss Allison. Wouldn't using first names

strong, and I felt my stiff sho

as surprised when I heard him humming quietly. He sat on the opposite side of the car, acting as though he was respecting my personal space. I wanted to come closer, but I was reluctant to do so. I needed to co

ed by electric waves that were unleashed by his powerful, manly hand. As my feet delicately touched the curb, I was able to muster a smile of gratitude. He held o

Heat rushed through m

training, trying to appear as amiable as possible. The woman muttered, perhaps speculating as to who I was and why I was on his arm. I suddenly realized that Steve Clifford was a well-known millionaire who was well-known across th

formation among the populace. Steve spoke to me, his body heat spreading to

aped my mouth. I immediately felt bad about it. It was so unprofessional, yet

tion on me, he grinne

harity events, but this was much more. I got anxious at large gatherings. I desired for the earth to swe

glass of wine?" A thin waiter as

the waiter to come over to me. He had