I check the time and almost groan.
"Give me a minute, please.”
I take one last look at my reflection.
The shirt and jeans are the cheapest this boutique has available, but because I recognize the brands, I know they're still way over my budget. They're also the nicest shirt and jeans I've ever worn, and so...
I think I lookokay?
But...hmm.
It wouldn’t hurt to have a second or third opinion, would it?
I unlock the door, asking, "How do I look..."
My voice trails off when I realize that in front of me is neither Judy nor Heidi.
Oh.
It's been a week.
A whole week since I've seen him.
And in that week, my heart apparently forgot how to behave around tall British billionaires, because the moment my eyes land on him, my throat goes dry, and I find myself alternately blinking and gaping like an idiot.
Has he always been this...eye-catching?
Is it alright for me to notice, objectively of course, that he’s, well, drop-dead gorgeous?
And the expression on his beautiful face...
Did he ever look at me broodingly before?
And is it just me or does he look leaner right now? And tougher? Like he's been working out a lot, and that’s why—
Stop, Nicole.
Don't notice that.
Don't notice him.
Because my conscience has reached its decision, and it’s that for as long as I’mstillmarried, I can’t think of my soon-to-be-ex-husband's boss as a man.
Much less, a handsome man—
"You look beautiful."
—who’s suddenly snarling at me even though I think he’s also just complimented me?
"Is what you want to hear?"
This time, he’s just biting each word out like it’s costing him so much to speak, and...oh.
He shoves his hands deep in his pockets. "Don't answer that."
His tone now matches his brooding expression, and that’s when I know for sure.
"You...you're jealous?"