Before we leave the building, Adam calls Jamie from my desk phone and tells him that he's going to be out for the rest of the day. Once he hung up, we went down to the lobby and Adam made another phone call, this time on his cell.
"Frank, I need you to pick me up." He demands. And then he hangs up, pocketing his phone in his suit jacket.
"Who's Frank?" I ask, quirking up my eyebrow.
Adam looks at me as we walk outside. "He's my personal driver."
"Oh. Why don't you drive yourself?" I ask.
Adam glances at me, but doesn't answer my question. So I just drop it. A few moments later, Adam's Maserati pulls up to the curb as the driver named Frank stepped out. He walks around the car and opens the backseat door for us, letting us in. Adam lets me go in first as he follows behind.
Once Frank got in the car, he turns around, facing us. "Where to?" He asks.
"The Macy's in Times Square." Adam answers. Frank nods his head as he revs the engine up.
I decided not to talk to Adam the short drive there. I want some alone time before I lose my dignity by shopping with my boss.
And what stinks is that Macy's isn't far from Smith Enterprise. So about five minutes later, Frank dropped us off on the sidewalk next to Macy's.
"Be ready by five." Adam orders Frank before he drives off.
We walk into the Macy's and I just trail behind Adam, not sure on what he has in mind.
"All right. First we'll check out the dresses. We'll be having dinner parties while we're in Rio." Adam says, as we go up the escalator to go to the women's section.
I nod my head, even though I already own dresses. But hey, who am I to complain. I did plan on shopping sometime soon since I'm running out of work clothes.
We get to the women's dresses and Adam completely goes straight to the dark colored section.
"So will I be picking out my clothes?" I ask as I watch him browse through the rack.
He gives me a look and scoffs. "Elizabeth, if you were the one to pick out your own clothes, then I wouldn't be here with you."
Okay then, I guess I have no control over what I'm going to wear for the trip.
I check my phone, hoping to see a text from Carly. But I frown when I have no new messages. Not even from Ian.
It doesn't take long for Adam to pick out dresses because in under two minutes, he picked out three dresses for me.
"Here, go try these on." He demands, handing the dresses to me. I nod my head as I walk to the dressing room.
An employee gives me a card for one of the stalls and I walk in and close the door behind me.
I hang the dresses up on the hook and frown. All of the dresses were skimpy and seemed short. Why am I surprised?
I tried on a white one first. It was loose around my body but the neck swooped down real low, showing a whole lot of chest. The hem rode right above my knees, but it wasn't a bad looking dress. It was all white and glittery.
I heard footsteps coming into the dressing room area and I glanced under the stall and saw men's shoes on the floor.
"Adam?" I call out. There's only one guy I know who would stop right in front of my door.
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