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Giving her one final glance, I walk to the doorway and turn off the lights.
Chapter Six
Opal
Mr. Lennox is a liar.
When I asked him what role he wanted me to play, he said he just wanted me to be me.
That was a lie.
When I woke up this morning, there was coffee and fruit in the kitchen, a luxurious bathrobe hung on the door behind the ensuite, a brand-new phone, and a closet full of clothing. Cute, sexy, sultry, comfy — all sorts of clothing. New makeup that makes me feel so confident. It makes me want to show the world the real me. Not the sad, lonely girl I am on the inside.
So yeah…I am not used to this.
Clearly, the role he wants me to play is “billionaire’s girlfriend.”
I step into the walk-in closet, still in my bathrobe, and glide my hand along all of the amazing clothes, wondering if he was the one who picked them out for me.
I thinkthe Internet calls this style “office siren.”
It’s seductive but not too revealing. Refined but still a little sexy.
The little white skirt is whispy and silky, brushing against my thighs like a summer breeze. I turn around in front of the mirror to see how it clings to my curvy figure from all angles. Underneath, I have the skimpiest little thong known to man. I might as well not be wearing any underwear at all. I might have to be a little careful with the way I sit.
The silky white button-down feels like air whispering against my skin. There are no buttons on the top half of the shirt. Instead it’s just open, with a hint of cleavage peeking out. I’m not used to having cleavage like this. The lace bra cups my chest perfectly to give me a subtle, yet sexy feel.
I love how I look.
But my optimism is quickly replaced with fear.
I toss the phone on the bed and sit down next to it, hunching over and putting my head in my hands.
What the hell am I doing?
I need to figure it out as soon as possible.
Because Mr. Lennox is expecting me to know what to do.
But I don’t. Not really. I mean, I’ve read hundreds of romance books at the public library. I’ve sat in between the shelves of books, dreaming that I could go to all of the far-away destinations contained in those pages, dreaming that a man likethe ones in those many paperbacks would come and whisk me away.
This feels a tiny bit like that, but if he finds out that I am a total imposter, I’ll be back to square one. It’ll be back to the call center for me, and I’ll have to live out every fantasy that the random guys on the phone want.
I need this gig, and I need to be good at it.
Sure, it’s not exactly my dream job. But all I have to do is pick up the phone when he calls. Easy. Simple. And it sure beats the situation I was in before.
Speak of the devil…
Next to me, my phone vibrates. I grab it, my stomach doing a roll and sending a pulse of energy and excitement through me.
The car is downstairs. Time to start your new job.
Okay. I blow out a long breath and take a final look in the mirror, trying to psych myself up for the role I have to play. Billionaire’s spoiled girlfriend. A little smile appears on my lips.
With one final, deep breath, I slip my phone into my purse and head out the door.
Chapter Seven
