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Chapter 417
Chapter 417:
“He is a total control freak,” Sloane continued, her eyes dancing. “The man uses a measuring cup to calculate the exact water temperature for his morning shower. And he let himself get sick for you p>
The image landed squarely in June’s chest.
The terrifying, invincible lawyer in the custom suit suddenly cracked apart, replaced by a vivid picture of a man shivering in his apartment, entirely out of his comfort zone, just to keep her dry.
A strange, heavy knot of guilt and genuine concern formed in her stomach — an emotion she hadn’t felt toward any man in a very long time.
Sloane watched June’s lips part slightly. Mission accomplished.
She stood up at once, pointing to a pristine white Chanel tweed jacket hanging on the display rack nearby.
“That jacket is absolutely screaming your name,” Sloane declared, clapping her hands together. “Go try it on. Right now p>
𝗜𝗻𝘁enѕe 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗮𝗇сe 𝘰ո
June blinked, pulling herself back. She let Sloane guide her gently toward the fitting room.
The heavy curtain fell shut.
Sloane pulled her phone from her designer purse immediately, fingers flying across the screen.
Phase one complete. Target reaction: defensive praise, followed by a very obvious emotional flicker. Conclusion: You are in the game, counselor.
She sent it.
Ten blocks away, inside a massive corner office overlooking Wall Street, Easton Hahn’s phone buzzed on his mahogany desk.
He picked it up and read the message.
A slow, unmistakable smile broke across his usually impassive face. The warmth in his dark eyes was undeniable.
His junior assistant knocked and pushed the door open to deliver a file. The young man saw the smile and physically stumbled, nearly dropping the paperwork on the floor.
Easton’s expression snapped back to cold, unreadable stone.
“Put it on the desk,” he said.
But the warmth in his chest refused to fade.
Back at Bergdorf Goodman, June stepped out of the fitting room.
She had pushed the image of Easton’s fever firmly from her mind. She stood before the full-length mirror. The white tweed fit her perfectly.
But as she adjusted the collar, an entirely involuntary thought flashed through her mind.
Would Easton think this looks good on me?
The thought startled her so completely that her breath caught.
She turned to the sales associate without hesitation.
“I’ll take it,” June said, her voice sharp and decisive.
Behind her, Sloane sipped her champagne, wearing the wide, satisfied smile of a woman who knew exactly how the game was played.
June pushed the door to her penthouse open.
Sloane followed her inside, groaning loudly. They dropped at least fifteen heavy shopping bags onto the plush living room rug. Sloane threw herself dramatically onto the massive sectional sofa and kicked off her heels.
She rolled her head to the side and looked around the stunning, sun-drenched apartment. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered an unobstructed view of Central Park.
“Seriously, June,” Sloane said, her eyes wide with genuine curiosity. “Did Cole actually buy this place for you? Because the man is so cheap I figured he just handed you a supplementary credit card with a strict limit p>