Boss I Love to Hate An Office Romance - Mia Kayla Page 0,41
reminded me of a pissed off Mary, and I had the sudden urge to laugh, but I covered my mouth instead. I wasn’t about to push my luck. Knowing Sonia, she’d deck me.
She pulled at the dress and twirled, the black-and-white floral skirt flaring out and contouring her body when she stilled.
It wasn’t as though she wasn’t attractive because Sonia was beautiful, and there was no doubt I’d give her a second glance, but everyone needed to give her a first glance. It was as if Sonia was trying to dim her beauty and hide her slim runner’s body under that giant skirt.
I stood and pointed to the pedestal. “Up.” I tipped my head toward the circular stand.
She groaned but followed directions, to my surprise.
“What’s wrong with it?” She placed her hands on her hips, ready for battle.
Boy, was that the question of the year. I could make a full-page list, but I knew her response would be merciless.
“It hides your figure.”
She frowned. “I don’t have a figure—unless beanpole is a classification.”
I couldn’t hide my frown. What in the world is this woman talking about?
How was it she had a bucket full of sass and was confident in her abilities at work, but she lacked confidence in her looks? She was petite and the kind of cute that would be the envy of the majority of the female population, a pouty bottom lip that could model, and the loveliest set of eyes I’d ever seen on anyone.
“It’s not the dress for you. I don’t like it.”
Sonia could do better if she wanted to stick out and shine, but I doubted that was her goal. She was bringing me as a date to do that job for her. Well, I was going to use this as an opportunity to show her how she could shine all on her own.
“This flares at the waist.” She swiveled, forcing the skirt to fan out. “I thought it’d give me some curves.”
“It doesn’t.”
She pursed her lips and then threw up her hands. “I’m not trying on a thousand dresses just to have you reject them all.” She pointed a shaky finger my way, one hand heavy on her hip—a Mary move. “And who says you get a say? My friend’s wedding. My body. I get to pick the dress.” Then, she stormed back into the fitting room.
“You always know how to get the girls riled up, don’t you, Brad?” Nadine laughed.
“It’s what I’m good at.” I pointed to a dress on the rack. “How about that?”
Nadine picked up the silvery-blue floor-length dress that I’d pointed out. I tipped my chin toward Sonia’s fitting room. Anything was better than the number she had on now.
“I have one that I think you’ll love, Sonia. One that I picked out personally for you.” Nadine threw me a sideways glance.
That was why I’d hired her; she knew how to read people, what they wanted, how to appease without offending. If Sonia knew I had picked the dress, she wouldn’t have tried it on.
A long five minutes later, I lifted my head from my phone as Sonia stepped out of the dressing room. Well, shit. On the hanger, it had been mediocre at best, but on Sonia …
I stood and went to slip my phone in my suit pocket, but it fell on the ground. She was stunning. The dress accented her petite figure, clinging to every part of her. The neckline swooped down to an achingly low level that had my eyes dipping to the slender curve of her neck, the span of pale bare skin right above her breast line.
I swallowed. Hard.
“And?” She twirled around, and I nearly fell over because the back of the dress dipped into a V, stopping right above her perfect ass.
“It’s beautiful, right, Brad?” Nadine sported a victorious smile.
“I’m not sure it’s me.” Sonia flattened her hands against the dress and stared back in the mirror.
I had no words. The cat had taken my tongue and swallowed it or fed it to the mice. Shit if I knew.
“Well?” She lifted an eyebrow, waiting for a response.
I snapped back to attention, reminding myself that I couldn’t look at my secretary in that way. I wasn’t allowed to want her. My brothers would kill me.
“That … that’s the dress.” My voice was hoarse, unlike my confident demeanor.
I averted my stare and bent down to pick up my phone to hide these weird emotions.