Chapter 57

She was hurrying past the kitchen opening when she spied the ice bucket sitting on one of the units with the bottle of champagne standing in it—and pulled to a stop, then closed her eyes on the unwanted reminder of this particular instruction he'd texted her. Five o'clock on the dot, she recalled with a tense little quiver.

“You may stop being the efficient Miss Evans tonight and turn yourself into the very desirable Camille for me. PS. Put the champagne on ice,” leaving her in no doubt as to his expectations later tonight.

But what really bothered her was—she'd done it. What did that tell her about her own expectations for tonight?

But—no. Grimly she blocked out that thought. They were going out for dinner, she told herself firmly as she stepped into the lift and pressed for the foyer. Dinner, she repeated. Nothing more, nothing less. When it was over she would go back to her hotel and Theo would be drinking his champagne alone.

A promise she