Page 45 of Right Man, Right Time
I’m the one who kissed Silas.
I’m the one who agreed to Silas’s fake relationship terms.
If anyone is to blame, it’s 100 percent me.
If only I didn’tneedto keep Silas on the hook to impress Alan Roberts.
And I just wish I didn’t care so much about proving my father wrong. If I didn’t care, then keeping my hockey-legend fake boyfriend wouldn’t be a necessity.
With a heavy sigh, I head straight to Ross’s desk from the conference room. If anyone can get me black tie ready, it’s him.
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Ollie:I’m going to have a nip slip. I know it.
Ross:You’re not.
Ollie:How do you know that? This dress wasn’t made for a girl like me. My boobs are big. This was made for someone with a flat chest.
Ross:You’ll be fine.
Ollie:But what if I go to shake someone’s hand, and then out of nowhere, my boob decides to have a mind of its own, slip out of my dress, and then wink at the person in front of me?
Ross:Boobs can’t wink.
Ollie:You don’t know that. You are not the one with the boobs. You prefer a penis.
Ross:I’ve been around enough models, even busty models, and I know for a fact the double-sided tape we used will hold up.
Ollie:This dress isn’t classy. Candace said black tie, and this is more like . . . hooker behind the dumpster in the back alleyway where watches are traded for dime bags.
Ross:Are you really questioning my taste in fashion?
Ollie:I’m questioning my life decisions.
Ross:I think you’re just nervous.
Ollie:Of course I’m nervous! I’ve never been to a fundraiser before or any sort of black tie anything. Nor do I take dates to functions this fancy. And the only reason Roberts invited me was because he found out I’m (fake) dating Silas. How am I supposed to handle this?
Ross:With a shred of dignity. Pull yourself together. You’re wearing a beautiful plum dress that will grab the attention of every person in the room but also doesn’t pull too much attention. You’ve worked hard on your networking this summer, and you have a very popular man at your side. You’ll be fine.
Ollie:What if I say something stupid?
Ross:Sneeze.
Ollie:What?
Ross:Pretend to sneeze and blame it on that.
Ollie:That has got to be the worst advice I’ve ever read.
Ross:Be happy I found you a dress on such short notice. Now stop bothering me. I’m trying to watch The Crown.
I’m about to text him back when another text comes through.
Silas:Out front.
I told him not to bother coming up to get me. Since this isn’t a real date, I don’t need the fanfare of him knocking on my door and all that crap. Plus, from what I could tell from the last time he came here, he didn’t want to be recognized. No need to put the pressure on him when he’s doing me a favor.
