Melissa's POV
I carefully sorted through my clothes as I picked what to wear for the appointment I had that day. It was bizarre that I chose to call it an appointment when I was the last person the person I was going to visit wanted to see.
It didn't matter if he wanted to see me. I wanted to and I wasn't going to get back to my apartment until I did that. I smiled as I settled for a brown flaired gown, loving how it showed my curvy hips despite how free it seemed on me. I wasn't a fan of wearing clothes that wasn't tight on me but I had to respect myself today. It wasn't that I was afraid of his wife barging in on us—I didn't care about her reactions—but I didn't want anyone embarrassing me.
"Good morning, Taylor." I smiled as I walked into Jack's company, standing before Taylor with the confidence he wished I didn't have.
