He offered his arm to her and they went to dinner which was a bit more relaxed this time.
Kylie’s mind was confused. Was he really telling the truth about not fucking his other assistants? And why would he make an exception for her?
Like the night before, Anthony pulled Kylie’s chair out for her and sat next to her. She listened to him converse with those around them. After dinner they socialized like the night before while soft jazz played. Kylie diligently followed Anthony but had considerably less women to fend off which was good since she wasn’t much in the mood.
Since she didn’t have to keep the women away, Kylie made her way to the bar. She watched Anthony as he mingled and flirted. She rolled her eyes as she watched chatting up a skinny brunette.
“Just his type I’m sure,” she said to herself. She scoffed as she saw him take the woman out on the dance floor. She finished off her drink and the bartender poured another.
“Jealousy doesn’t look good on a woman,” came a deep voice as it sat next to her. The bartender filled his glass.