8

LONDON

There was just something about Striker Cade when he smiled. He lit up the entire place. He was like the moon, those stars in the night.

When he entered my home office, just like that, he shone the brightest. He was just full of life.

“Are you going out tonight, Vanderford?”

“Going somewhere, Cade?”

“No, ma’am.” He instantly lifted his gaze, meeting mine. “Sorry.”

“Take a seat.”

“Thank you.” He did sit on the couch.

“I just wanna ask your honest opinion.”

“Sure. Are you sure I’m the right person you should be asking for an opinion?”

“I don’t know. You’re a guy.”

“The last time I checked, yes, ma’am.” There was a hint of wickedness in his words. Was he flirting with me?

I gave him the iPad. “Check these designs. Choose at least three of which you think are good.”

“Designs? Clothing design? You’re asking my opinion?” His eyes widened, surprised and amused.

“Just check those damn things, Cade.”

He tried hard to hide his smile, arching a brow at me.

“Fine. Give it back.” I urged h