Chapter 63

The dance is pleasant and grand, with an awesome East Asian theme. Authentic costumes are everywhere; exotic canapes and cocktails flow freely, and my eyes are dazzled with all the sparkling décor. There are many droning speeches before the dance gets underway and, as usual, the flashing of a million cameras. I’m so used to them nowadays that I never really notice anymore.

“Dance, Miss Anderson?” Jake is back in charming and happy mode and dazzles me with a gorgeous, relaxed smile. “Certainly, Mr. Carrero.” I take his hand and follow him through the crowd to join other guests; it’s a slow song, and he moves me expertly. Dancing with Jake is fast becoming one of my favorite past times. Like everything he does, it’s with a smooth, confident capability that seems annoyingly easy for him.

“It’s a good thing you have a young female PA,” I smile up at him, feeling relaxed in his embrace and letting myself ooze into him.

“Why is that?”

“Saves you having to wine and