Jasmine's POV

I rolled out of bed, eyes on his sleeping figure as I tiptoed to the bathroom. I took another shower, changed my clothes, and sat down on the bed afterwards, reading through a recent gossip magazine.

He stirred. "Hey," his voice croaked out.

"Hi," I answered him.

He sat up in bed, scrunching his eyes from the rays of the sun coming through the glass door of the balcony. "What time is it?" he asked.

"Four thirty"

"Ughh! Get dressed, baby. I'm taking you out to get something to eat," he offered as he got out of bed. He put his T-shirt and pants on and kissed my forehead before he left the room.

I quickly went over to the tiny suitcase I came with, looking for something sexy and tempting to wear. I had just had steaming hot sex with this man and I wasn't about to bore him away from me anytime soon. My hands found a tight red dress with spaghetti traps and a low neck line which showed just enough cleavage. I had worn this dress only once at one of Zenia's college functions when Mom was ill. Thanking myself for already taking a shower, I slipped on the dress and went to the mirror.



I applied light makeup to my face, making sure I wasn't over doing it or trying too hard. I stepped into a black stilettos and placed my cellphone, a packet of Tic Tacs, floss and red lipstick into my black clutch.

I sat back on the bed, waiting for him to come over.

After what seemed to be twenty minutes, he was knocking on the door.

I took one final glance in the mirror, smoothing my flat ironed hair with my fingers, rotating around to have a look at my body figure and checking my attempt at makeup application. Smiling in approval, I went for the door.

His eyes bulged as he stood there, open-mouthed but he couldn't say a thing. I had made him speechless.

Another point for me.

"Ready?" I asked, shaking him from the trance I had successfully put him into.

"Yeah... I... I'm ready."

He looked divine as well. He wore a grey T-shirt and a pair of distressed jeans. His grey and white Jordan sneakers paired with his T-shirt and his eyes. His pitch black hair always shinned and just added more to his handsome facial features.

My boss in a pair of Jordans. I never thought I would see this day.

Locking our arms together, like a real couple, we walked to the elevator. Our feet carried us to the entrance of the hotel and towards his rental car. We earned some glances from the other hotel guests and some of people were even taking pictures of us holding hands. It made me a bit somewhat uncomfortable but I didn't want to make it so obvious to him. No matter how uncomfortable others made me, he was already my comfort.

"Where are we going to eat?" I asked, getting in and fastening my seat belt.

"A restaurant, just a mile from here.copy right hot novel pub