55. Dinner Date

MEGHAN

'Put this on and meet me at the foyer,' the little note said. It was attached to an evening gown wrapped in plastic.

I ripped out the note into tiny pieces and then threw it at the stone-faced man in front of me. I expected him to react or say something, but he didn't even flinch. Maybe he was used to people throwing tantrums.

"I'm not some slave you can order around," I snarled. I was starting to get tired of behaving myself already.

The man tilted his brow. "Of course, not miss. I am only following Mr. Archer's order."

I guess his only job was to deliver me the letter and the dress because he hadn't said a word to me or make eye contact with me before I snapped at him.

"Tell Chase to kiss my ass and throw this dress at him," I said again.

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Then get me a lighter so I can burn this dress. Then, film it and send it to him," I declared.

"I recommend against it," the man said dryly.

I squinted my eyes at him. "What's your name?"

"Charlie."