He picked me up outside my apartment a little after seven, driving himself instead of sending a car or his driver. Tonight he wore jeans and a plain sweater, his hair was tousled, like he had run his fingers through it several times. He looked almost like an ordinary guy picking someone up for a date instead of the man who signed off on my paycheck."No driver tonight?" I asked, climbing into the passenger seat."I didn't want an audience." He pulled away from the curb, one hand loose on the wheel and the other resting on the gearshift. "Figured you'd earned dinner somewhere that isn't my office."I laughed, surprising myself. "Is that what tonight is? Dinner?""Among other things." He glanced sideways at me, just for a second, before his eyes went back to the road. "You look nervous.""I'm not used to seeing you outside office work."“Well get used to it," he said.The drive took twenty minutes
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