Chapter 63

Since adding Victor's contact info the other day, Isadora had barely glanced at it.

Now, on a whim, she opened his social feed, scrolling all the way down like a clueless guy trying to figure out social media.

His profile was refreshingly simple.

Almost every post was a link to something about The Fitzgerald Group.

No selfies-but here and there, a few adorable photos of Pudding.

She backed out of Victor's page and started typing:

*Thank you for today. Are you free tonight? Dinner's on me.*

Staring at the words "Dinner's on me," Isadora suddenly felt awkward.

She deleted a few words, hesitated, then added:

*Dinner for you and Pudding, my treat.*

Her phone chimed almost instantly.

Victor replied right away:

*Someone's in a good mood today.*

played

The Global Project got funded, and I

Vaughan Group today.

mind that Isadora used him. In fact, he hoped she'd come to rely on him, step by step. But this time, he wanted her to take the initiative

*That much luck, and you think

she'd secured thirty percent of the

about two dinners,

those two dinners are at your place, you've got

your place," her heart

just talking about dinner? Or was

long drink of ice water, hoping the

is tiny-hardly fit for

Victor replied almost immediately:

private enough for us to take

rushed to

mean what she thought it meant... in

god. This

heart thudded so loudly she was glad the office was empty. Otherwise, anyone passing by would think she

Isadora: *!!!*

on his phone and couldn't help but smile, his eyes crinkling with amusement. He could just picture her on the other end, face flushed, that

city lights glinting in his dark eyes, and the corners of his lips

have dinner in

both

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