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simple black bow. He looked, as always, dashing.
He looked me up and down from head to toe, his eyes intense as a cocky smile stretched across his lips. “I knew you would look great in that,” he said, raising his fingers to my hair. “You look so beautiful.”
I felt red streak across my cheeks as if that were the first time I had ever heard him say it. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said with a shy smile.
He grabbed my hand, pulling me into him quickly and looking down on me. “Tell me I’m pretty,” he teased. He wasn’t serious, but he loved it when I was under his spell like this and entirely his.
“You’re very pretty,” I repeated, smiling. He kissed me. I laughed to myself as I began to rub away the pink gloss that was now over his lips. “ Especially pretty now.”
He escorted me outside to where a flash silver car was. It was one of those sports cars you often saw on the front of car magazines, with the leather interiors and sexy models.
“Oooh, flashy!” I remarked to him as he opened the door for me. Instead of pulling out, it pulled up. “Remind me where we are going?”
“You will see,” he said with a smile. He quickly walked around the car then leant over and buckled my seatbelt.
“Really, you don’t think I could manage that myself?”
“Clover, you look so ravishing tonight that I couldn’t possibly expect you to dirty your hands on such trivial matters. This is me being chivalrous,” he said with a sly smile.
After a short drive, I knew where he was taking me. I said nothing until it was obvious where we were turning into. “Are you taking me to a casino, Mr. Brogardt?”
“I told you this would be boring. We don’t have to be in here for too long. As long as we make an appearance and conversation for a while we can leave as soon as possible.”
“Oh, don’t want me interacting with these upper-class men?” I teased.
“You, my sweet little thing, are very much all mine, and I refuse to share,” he said with a wink. “It is only for a while, I promise. We don’t even have to stay for dinner.”
I gasped in pretend anger. “Well I never, won’t even take me to a classy dinner.” He gave me a cocky smile in response to my theatrics.
Damon parked the car at the front of the casino where people of all classes left and entered. A young man politely walked up to the car, opening the door for me and then accepting the keys from Damon.
“So, what is the main event?” I asked, slipping my arm around Damon’s extended elbow. I let him guide me through the doors and I felt like some sort of movie star. This seemed different to the usual work conventions we went to. A flash blinded my sight as I looked towards the entrance.
“Just smile and breath,” Damon said with a dashing smile. He wrapped his hand around my waist as a woman took pictures. Nervously, I smiled. I hadn’t expected a paparazzi situation. Damon nodded to the photographer.
“I thought you didn’t want photos in the headlines,” I said, somewhat shakily and still shocked at what had happened.
“Becoming CEO makes it a little hard at the moment to stay away from the photographers’ eyes. I promise you it won’t happen often, but because of this event a few photos might leak out. Besides, you’re my woman, Clover. I want the whole world to see that photo and know that,” he said with a smile.
Bright lights caught my eye as we stepped into the marble lobby. The Casino of Manhattan was glorious. I hadn’t been to many casinos. Gambling wasn’t exactly my forte. Despite my name, I had no luck whatsoever.
“Today there was a charity auction. This is where the after party is. I couldn’t attend the auction personally but Michelle went on behalf of the Brogardt family. We only have to make an appearance and then we can go. Mostly it is just a bunch of rich drunks,” he said with a smile as he led me past all the bright lights of the flashing machines. We passed people playing
He looked me up and down from head to toe, his eyes intense as a cocky smile stretched across his lips. “I knew you would look great in that,” he said, raising his fingers to my hair. “You look so beautiful.”
I felt red streak across my cheeks as if that were the first time I had ever heard him say it. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said with a shy smile.
He grabbed my hand, pulling me into him quickly and looking down on me. “Tell me I’m pretty,” he teased. He wasn’t serious, but he loved it when I was under his spell like this and entirely his.
“You’re very pretty,” I repeated, smiling. He kissed me. I laughed to myself as I began to rub away the pink gloss that was now over his lips. “ Especially pretty now.”
He escorted me outside to where a flash silver car was. It was one of those sports cars you often saw on the front of car magazines, with the leather interiors and sexy models.
“Oooh, flashy!” I remarked to him as he opened the door for me. Instead of pulling out, it pulled up. “Remind me where we are going?”
“You will see,” he said with a smile. He quickly walked around the car then leant over and buckled my seatbelt.
“Really, you don’t think I could manage that myself?”
“Clover, you look so ravishing tonight that I couldn’t possibly expect you to dirty your hands on such trivial matters. This is me being chivalrous,” he said with a sly smile.
After a short drive, I knew where he was taking me. I said nothing until it was obvious where we were turning into. “Are you taking me to a casino, Mr. Brogardt?”
“I told you this would be boring. We don’t have to be in here for too long. As long as we make an appearance and conversation for a while we can leave as soon as possible.”
“Oh, don’t want me interacting with these upper-class men?” I teased.
“You, my sweet little thing, are very much all mine, and I refuse to share,” he said with a wink. “It is only for a while, I promise. We don’t even have to stay for dinner.”
I gasped in pretend anger. “Well I never, won’t even take me to a classy dinner.” He gave me a cocky smile in response to my theatrics.
Damon parked the car at the front of the casino where people of all classes left and entered. A young man politely walked up to the car, opening the door for me and then accepting the keys from Damon.
“So, what is the main event?” I asked, slipping my arm around Damon’s extended elbow. I let him guide me through the doors and I felt like some sort of movie star. This seemed different to the usual work conventions we went to. A flash blinded my sight as I looked towards the entrance.
“Just smile and breath,” Damon said with a dashing smile. He wrapped his hand around my waist as a woman took pictures. Nervously, I smiled. I hadn’t expected a paparazzi situation. Damon nodded to the photographer.
“I thought you didn’t want photos in the headlines,” I said, somewhat shakily and still shocked at what had happened.
“Becoming CEO makes it a little hard at the moment to stay away from the photographers’ eyes. I promise you it won’t happen often, but because of this event a few photos might leak out. Besides, you’re my woman, Clover. I want the whole world to see that photo and know that,” he said with a smile.
Bright lights caught my eye as we stepped into the marble lobby. The Casino of Manhattan was glorious. I hadn’t been to many casinos. Gambling wasn’t exactly my forte. Despite my name, I had no luck whatsoever.
“Today there was a charity auction. This is where the after party is. I couldn’t attend the auction personally but Michelle went on behalf of the Brogardt family. We only have to make an appearance and then we can go. Mostly it is just a bunch of rich drunks,” he said with a smile as he led me past all the bright lights of the flashing machines. We passed people playing
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