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 on Isadora's

to the prince himself The Global Project got funded, and I got exactly what I

well aware of everything that had gone down at The Vaughan Group today. Paige Dawson had come back

used him. In fact, he hoped she'd come to rely on him, step

much luck, and you think dinner is enough of a

she'd secured thirty percent of the shares

*How about

at your place, you've got a

the words "at your place," her heart skipped

about dinner? Or was this his way

long drink of ice water, hoping the chill would

tiny-hardly fit for someone of your

Victor replied almost immediately:

us to

rushed to Isadora's

mean what she thought

god. This man

the office was empty. Otherwise, anyone passing by would think she had

Isadora: *!!!*

exclamation marks pop up 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 sunny, striking beauty of hers tinged with bashful pink, like

out the window, the city lights glinting in his

you imagining? I meant we could have dinner in peace. Of course, if you're offering any... extra services, I won't say

both furious and

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