Chapter 63 No Bailing Halfway

Madison nodded to show she understood, then turned and went back to her room. After she shut the door, she leaned against it, her disappointment plain to see. If she hadn't flinched at physical contact, she could've used the ointment as an excuse to stay close to Sam and build a connection. … The next morning, at first light, Madison walked out of her room in a simple, elegant black work outfit. She had her long hair swept into a neat bun at the back. In slippers, she skipped into the living room and saw Sam sitting at the dining table in a black bespoke suit. "Sam, how does this look for the office?" Madison came up to him with a cheerful bounce and did a quick twirl to show it off. At her voice, Sam looked up and met her sparkling eyes, plainly angling for a compliment. He looked her up and down, taking in what she had on that day. She was in a black uniform cut for women, its tailored fit tracing every line of her figure. Her legs, especially, looked extra fair and eye-catch