Chapter 40

Slowly, they all turned around as if they were two-year-old triplets being caught colouring on the wall.

Behind them stood Theodore and his COO, Jerry. Abigail met Jerry once, but Cleo knew him quite well.

“Theodore,” Abigail mumbled, clutching the dress to her chest.

He ogled the dress with an approving glint in his eye, imagining how its soft silky-like texture would look on Abigail. And how he could almost run his hand under the--

“What the hell are you doing here?” Cleo’s voice snapped him from his naughty thoughts, but every warmth disappeared from his eyes when he met Cleo’s.

“I would ask you the same thing,” Theodore growled.

Without taking his eyes from Cleo, he stalked towards Abigail and slipped the dress from her fingers before handing it to Sarah.

“Get this ready for me, would you?”

“Are--are you buying it, s-s-sir?” Sarah stumbled over her words. But the question yielded a glare from Theodore, which had her squirming. The dominance and power that radiated from him were a