Page 92 of Money Reigns

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He chuckles darkly.

“Stop thinking. Go. before I fuck the thoughts out of your mind and that’s not how I want our first time together to go.”

I take in a shaky breath.

This man.

I don’t stomp out.

That’s the worst part.

I want to. I should slam the door and mutter something biting under my breath, but I walk out like I’ve just been dismissed from a meeting, calm, composed… owned.

I get back to my office and smile politely.

Angelique is still waiting. Unbothered.

She greets me like nothing happened.

“Shall we continue?”

I nod. Wordless. The heat still clinging to my skin.

We go piece by piece. Fabric against fingers. Price tags I don’t want to look at. Everything tailored and pristine, clothes meant for someone with power. Someone with presence.

Someone like him.

But Angelique hands me things like I deserve them.

Like I’m not faking this.

I try on the first outfit.

It’s a navy silk blouse and high-waisted, cream wide-leg trousers with gold buttons. Not something I ever would’ve picked for myself. Not something I ever could’ve afforded.

But when I look in the mirror?

I don’t look like a mess of nerves. I don’t look like the girl who panicked in the elevator on her first day. I look…elevated.

Put together.

Beautiful.

My throat tightens.

This is amazing.

And terrifying.

Ugh. Part of me likes it.

The next few pieces blur. Tailored coats. Belts with subtle branding. A pair of sleek, minimalist heels that somehow make me feel taller than anything else I own.

I keep the trousers and blouse on. I don’t want to take them off.

I stare at myself for a beat too long, then glance toward the hallway.

No.

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