---- Chapter 38: Is a Big Client Coming Today? Clara ordered a few desserts to go before digging back into her meal. Sierra rested her chin on her hand, and sighed dramatically, "I was totally counting on hitting the mall after this, but looks like I'm getting ditched. You're seriously trading friendship for a crush!" Clara just blinked, showing zero guilt. "If I remember right, you've ditched me at least eight or ten times already." That was so typical Sierra that she suddenly remembered all the times she'd ghosted during her own relationships, and quickly switched gears. "Hey, the weather's great today, huh?" After a little while, Aaron pinged again, "Where are you?" Clara texted back, "Just finished eating. Haven't left yet." Aaron asked, "Want Matt to come get you?" Clara replied, "No thanks." Sierra couldn't help herself, "Just go already! Your ---- husband's waiting." Clara didn't bother with politeness. She grabbed her bag with the to-go food and hailed a cab. Aaron felt a flutter of excitement and totally lost focus on work. After sitting a bit, he got up to check the elevator again. Suddenly, he started laughing at himself-what was he, an eighteen-year-old puppy in love? So, he shook his head and walked back to his office. At the front desk, the receptionist tugged Matt's sleeve. "Is a big client coming in today or something?" A secretary nearby added, "Probably. The boss just asked me to get some fruit ready." Matt, worried he might have missed something, opened his laptop to check the schedule. "Nope, no client appointments this afternoon." A few minutes later, Aaron couldn't resist texting again. "Where are you?" Clara was waiting for the elevator in the lobby on the first floor. "Almost there. I'm in the elevator." The elevator rose slowly. Ding. It arrived. The doors slid open, and Aaron was standing right ---- there, a sly smile playing on his lips, eyes twinkling with amusement-he was clearly in a great mood. He took the bag from one hand and naturally reached for Clara's slightly chilly hand with the other, asking gently, "Tired?" Clara felt a little awkward being so touchy-feely in public and tried to gently pull her hand back. Aaron held on. He leaned close and whispered, "Come on, babe!" Clara glanced behind him and saw seven or eight young coworkers peeking around corners, sneakily checking them out. Embarrassed, Clara tugged on his hand. "Where's your office? Let's go." Aaron knew she was shy, so he led her past the front desk and toward his office. Matt quickly came over, "Ms. Hart..." Seeing his boss's serious face, he corrected himself, "Mrs. Devereaux, how do you do?" Aaron looked pleased, and Clara blushed a little, nodding politely. "Matt." Had the boss really gotten married? ---- Around them, staff sucked in quiet breaths, whispers spreading. Inside the office, Clara let out a breath and fanned her face. "Your coworkers are way too nosy!" Aaron pulled her down onto the sofa, grinning. He reached out and lightly touched her flushed cheek. "Don't mind them. Curiosity's human naturel You'll get used to it after a few visits." Clara pouted, "Get used to it? Nope, I'm not coming back next time." She probably didn't realize it, but around Aaron, she could naturally act a little spoiled. Aaron raised a brow. "I object!" That day, Clara wore light, delicate makeup-her eyebrows were neat and natural, eyelashes thick and slightly curled, making her eyes sparkle. Her lips, tinted pink, looked plump and juicy. Her thick, silky hair cascaded down her back like a black waterfall, carrying a subtle, enticing scent. She wore a white shirt dress with a neat line of black buttons running all the way down to the hem-it was stylish and sharp. Clara teased, "Your objection's invalid."