*Sophie’s POV*

‘What do you wear when you're going on a date with the son of your rich boss?’ I thought as I pulled everything I'd packed out of the closet.

"Luca!" I yelled, "It's an emergency. I need your help."

He opened the door, and his eyes widened as he took in the scene before him: me, dripping wet with my hair plastered to my forehead and a pile of clothes lying haphazardly around me. His lips twitched once, then split into a wide grin as ...