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I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my elegant silver necklace. My reflection showed a poised woman, but my mind was a whirlwind of questions.
Why did Ethan ask me to be his personal assistant? And why this sudden dinner invitation? What does he want from me?
I recalled our earlier conversation, how Ethan's piercing gaze made me feel uneasy. His smile, charming as always, yet somehow cryptic.
My hands moved deftly, styling my dark hair. My eyes narrowed, replaying Ethan's words: "I need someone with your... unique perspective."
What did he mean? Was this dinner more than just business? What if he's trying to get revenge on me, because I called him an elephant? I have to be careful today. Can't risk it going alone with Ethan Wallace.
As I applied a subtle layer of lipstick, my thoughts drifted to Ethan's unpredictable behavior. His intensity, the way he seemed to study my every move. Sometimes I find him so creepy. Why he has to look at me like that? I know I'm beautiful, but that doesn't mean he'll look at me every now and then.
Get a grip, Khushi, I told myself. It's just dinner. You're his assistant now. That's all. Yeah that's the problem, I'm his assistant now, so I've to be with him all the time.
As I stepped out of the cab, the cool evening air did little to calm my racing heart. The luxurious hotel's grand entrance loomed before me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. This was my first business dinner, and with Ethan Wallace, of all people.
I paid the driver and took a deep breath, smoothing my dress. You've got this, Khushi.
As I walked towards the entrance, my eyes scanned the area, searching for Ethan. And then, I saw him.
Standing tall, dressed in an all-black three-piece suit, Ethan exuded confidence and sophistication. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
For a moment, I forgot to breathe.
Damn it, Khushi. Don't let him affect you. But he's so damn handsome. I know it's hard to accept but yeah he's so handsome, and I hate this.
I regained my composure, adopting a neutral expression. Ethan's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and I felt a flutter in my chest.
"You look fine," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.
"Thank you, Mr. Wallace," I replied, attempting to sound detached. Fine, huh... I look gorgeous, what is this fine,? But what else can I expect from him.
