The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

I picked up the digital pencil. “Your gala.”
“You’re planning the gala?” His eyebrows shot up. “How
did that happen?”
“Madame Rose contacted my company and asked us to
plan it.”
“Did she now.” His gaze dropped to the iPad again. “May
I see?”
“I . . . I don’t really like to show my sketches to anyone
before they’re ready.”
“Even if it’s an event for me?”
“They’re extremely rough sketches.” I pushed the button
and entered my passcode quickly.
“The ball is in a week. I don’t think you have time for
extremely rough sketches.” He watched me for a long
moment. “I thought you had a date that night.”
“I do.”
“Will it be before or after the gala?”
“I’m actually taking him.”
“A work date then.”
“Sort of.” I clicked on the iPad and swiped to the
beginning of the sketches. “Maybe it would be unfair for me
to take him there.”
“I’d say.” He shrugged a shoulder. “But I haven’t been on
many dates, so I don’t know if I should be giving you advice
on the matter.”
“You haven’t been on many dates?” I met his gaze.
“I haven’t.” His expression was completely serious, but
his eyes twinkled as he looked at me. “Is that so hard to
believe?”
“Yes.”
“Have you been on many dates?”
“Define many.”
“I’ve been on five,” he said. “That’s not very many.”