Chapter 45 A fucking complication

• It turned out Leo wasn’t kidding about having dinner plans that night, though it wasn’t exactly a reservation. He took Amberleigh back to the penthouse and instructed her to put on a nice dress but refused to say anything else on the matter. She had hella questions about Courtney Van Tessin, but kept them to herself, though she certainly would broach that subject with Leo in the future.
• Even though she knew it wasn’t a real date, it was nice to pretend, and she spent longer than she should’ve getting ready. She tried on every halfway decent cocktail dress she’d brought along, only to settle for the classy black number which hit just above the knee and was off the shoulder. She didn’t want to be an embarrassment to Leo after all. She was going for uptown, rather than the street corner tonight. She also kept her make-up classic, a foundation that matched her skin tone, light shadow above her dark blue eyes, but she let her lips pop a bit with some cherry lipstick.
• Her efforts paid off beautifully. The chef whistled and gave his approval when Amber walked back into the hall. For the first time in ages, she felt her cheeks flush. It was almost like she was a schoolgirl all-over again. It was crazy the way by just a smile, Leo could make her feel like a million bucks. Make her feel like more than just a high-class prostitute. She wondered, damn you Leo, why couldn’t you be a dick like Grayson? And why the fuck did you have to make things so hard?