I walked up to Benedict. "Understood, Mr. Fox. I'll play the part of a beautiful girlfriend."

I pointed at the proposal he'd been reviewing.

"But as your highest-value current girlfriend, I'd suggest you rethink your brand positioning for the fashion label."

Benedict laughed in spite of himself and tossed the folder onto the desk. "And you're back at it."

"Never stopped." I raised an eyebrow, stepped around the desk, and stood right in front of him.

"Whether my suit has wrinkles or a dress doesn't quite hug my figure, I know who I am, and I know what I bring to the table for you."

Benedict leaned forward, barely perceptible. "There's a cocktail reception tonight. Livestreamed, start to finish. Show me what you bring to the table."

He'd invaded my personal space, so I smiled and leaned in to match him, pressing both palms onto the armrests of his chair, letting my lips hover near his right ear. I whispered,

"I don't know if it's what you want. But it's what I want to give. Mr. Fox."

As I slowly pulled back, I saw that his ears had turned the color of ripe cherries.

Made me want to take a bite.

That was when Miles rushed back in carrying two garment bags.

"Mr. F—"

"Since when do you walk in without knocking!" Benedict's voice cracked like a whip.

Miles froze in place, completely lost.

"It's because you didn't hear him earlier." I winked at Miles. "I heard it."

Benedict waved his hand, agitated. "Take her back to get styled. Don't be late tonight."

Miles gestured toward the door with an "after you."

I gave a small bow in Benedict's direction, but before I left his desk, I caught his index finger in a quick squeeze and let go. "See you tonight, Mr. Fox."

Benedict turned his head away and wouldn't look at me.

But his ears were even redder.

Before I could finish admiring the view, a sharp female voice cut in from outside. "Who's going to be late?" The staccato click of high heels followed.

A stunning woman walked straight up to Benedict and me without so much as a greeting.

I looked at Benedict. He clearly had no intention of making introductions. Irritation was written all over his face.

Out of courtesy, I extended my hand to her, ready to introduce myself.

"As if you're worth it," that beautiful face said, dripping venom.