“Go to dinner with me,” Seth said.He was waiting for me outside my office. He leaned against his sports car with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. The first few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and you could see his chest.“Fine. I will go to dinner with you.”He smiled and opened the door for me. He looked so good, and it was every woman’s dream to be taken out by a six-foot something billionaire with a military haircut, a sports car, and gentlemanly manners.He drove us to an early dinner with a slight smile on his face. It was rare to see him smile, and I was happy I was the reason for it.“You said yes. I thought you would reject me and leave me standing there.”I hadn’t seen him since the morning after I spent the night at his house. It had been a week and, in that week, he had sent me more gifts than I could fit in my house. Every single time my flowers were about to die, he sent me more.It was a lot, but I couldn’t say I hated it. It felt nice to be pampered by a m
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