Chapter Thirty-Four

The light fare is perfectly filling without the bloat. Yes, I am ultra-conscientious of my body in this incredibly tight dress as Jameson pulls back my chair and holds out a hand to me. I stand as he collects my clutch. Then he escorts me out of the restaurant. All eyes are on us again.

I modestly comprehend the curiosity is wrapped solely around him. But I wishfully think that perhaps they all find me intriguing enough, as well, to justify being on his arm.

That’s a tough notion to process and certainly not one I’m going to reconcile.

In the grand scheme of things, I did orchestrate something that has led us to this moment, by originally putting myself up for auction. Then by perpetuating what was only meant to be a fantasy. However, in all reality… I’m nowhere near being in this man’s league, regardless of any clever, though mostly desperate, maneuvering on my part.

What this all propagates is a tinge of insecurity that is coupled with a more daring conception of at least attempting