*Harley’s POV"Do I look good?" I run my hands along the length of my hair, looking myself up in the rearview mirror of the car.Choosing a perfect dress usually comes easy to me but tonight, I feel more cautious about my appearance. After spending an hour in front of the wardrobe, I ended up picking a royal blue, off-shoulder cocktail dress with a side slit reaching above my knee."You always look good, Harley. Stop worrying," Xavier says, interlacing our fingers together, making me look at our joined hands.Unlike me, it took him only a few minutes to get ready, and yet, I admire the way he is dressed in a black suit that was tailored just for his body. He is wearing a crisp white shirt underneath with a black tie. His biceps are hard underneath the sleeves and I have the urge to run my hands over them. His hair is neatly gelled, spiked a little on the front, and his cheeks are covered by light stubble."But you said they were important clients." Xavier squeezes my hand as I speak.
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