~ Anyssa's Pov ~

What the heck am I even doing? Dressing up to go on a date with a man twenty years older than me? Not just any man—my father's best friend. My boss.This is all kinds of wrong. I can't go on a dinner date with him, but I also can't stop staring at his texts. I know he sent those messages, which is why I can’t completely ignore him.

I walked to the patio the minute a Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail pulled in. The windows were tinted, but it didn’t take me long to ...