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evening.
    My office phone rings and Rebecca’s name flashes on the line . Gellar. She’s the one who got me into this mess. She should be the one attending the event with me. After all, she’s my assistant, and I think it’s only fair to make her go with me since she didn’t even bother to ask if I wanted to attend it. Just as I’m about to pick up the line, it stops flashing. I switch to line 2 and call Mary at the front desk. She answers in her usual amused voice.
    “How can I help you, Mr. StoneHaven?”
    “Mary, I need a dress.”
    “A dress, sir?” I can almost picture the confusion on her face.
    “Yes, it’s for Ms. Gellar. She will be accompanying me to the appreciation event for Lit For Kids. Can you please contact Melanie Cole from Madison’s and ask her to bring some dresses over?”
    “Of course, should I pull Ms. Gellar’s measurements from her HR folder?”
    “Yes.” Thank god, I completely forgot about finding the right dress size. Rebecca’s curvier than most of the women I’ve ever dated…. god, those curves. I never thought of myself as an ass man, but I can’t stop thinking about how good hers felt in my grip. Mary clears her throat pulling me back from my fantasy. Shit. I didn’t even realize she was still on the line.
    “Is there a certain color or colors you would like Melanie to send?” Mary asks.
    “Red.” I smile, picturing Rebecca in a deep red dress. The color fits her personality so well. I don’t doubt that it would look just as good on her.

I shouldn’t be surprised to find Nicholas waiting at my desk the following Thursday, but I am. It’s late in the afternoon, and most of the office has gone home for the holiday with the exception of the cleaning staff and me. I practically drop the pile of documents in my hand at the sight of him sitting casually in my chair. Doesn’t he have anything better to do? I suppress a moan as he half smiles at my nervous reaction. It takes me a moment to realize he’s dressed in the black tuxedo I picked up from the dry cleaners earlier this week.
    “Rebecca, can I have a word?” Nicholas asks, adjusting his tie slightly. I can’t help but wonder if I make Nicholas just as nervous as he makes me. He stands, giving me room to squeeze by, so I can set my stack of papers down. Whether it’s intended or not I’m not sure, but he only moves enough so that our bodies slightly touch when I pass him. I catch the slightest hint of honey and mint on him. Damn him, he always smells so good.
    “Sure, I was just making copies of the financial documents that you asked for,” I reply, handing him the second set of copies.
    “I need to ask you for a favor.”
    A favor? “Okay,” I say, hesitating. This already doesn’t sound good.
    “I need a date to a charity event I’m attending tonight.”
    “A date?” I gulp. “Where’s Alison?”
    “She’s out of town.”
    “I really don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m pretty sure if you went alone, the world wouldn’t end,” I say, crossing my arms.
    “Gellar…,” Nicholas says in a challenging tone.
    “Are you really asking?” I say, exasperated.
    “No." he says smirking. “I just thought it would be polite if I tried to first.”
    “The word ’try’ seems to be a foreign concept for you.” I roll my eyes at him, trying my best to emphasize my annoyance.
    “I’ll pick you up at 6:00 p.m. Dinner starts at seven,” he says, as he turns to leave.
    “And if I refuse?”
    “I’ll drag you, even if it’s kicking and screaming.”
    “Aren’t you going to ask for my address?” I ask, annoyed.
    “No. I know where you live,” he says with a devilish grin. I shiver at the streak of desire coursing through me. Nicholas knows where I live? Somehow that seems like a very, very bad thing. Knowledge is power and Nicholas seems to know a lot about me.
    “I don’t have anything to wear,” I confess.
    “I took care of that. Just go home and get dressed,” he says, giving me a