The moment I told Noah Moretti I did not have a boyfriend yet, the entire tailorshop fell completely silent.
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Chapter 5 - THE CHARCOAL SUITBy Friday morning, I had slept barely nine hours, driven by a manic obsession to craft the finest garment of my career.
The charcoal suit was a masterpiece. It fit Noah like custom tactical armor, sharpening the broad line of his shoulders and making him appear even more formidable. But when he stepped out of the fitting room and saw the dark, exhausted circles beneath my eyes, genuine concern broke through his cold exterior.
He paid the exact, correct amount for the labor, and then did something unexpected.
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He asked me to have dinner with him.
And for the first time, he made it explicitly clear that he was asking, not ordering.
