The Years Between Signing and Seeing novel Chapter 418

Jamie didn't linger either. He quickly caught up to Suzie, guiding her down the hall.

When they reached a set of double doors, the manager scurried over, practically tripping over himself to be helpful. "Mr. Baylor, whatever you need, just say the word."

Jamie paused, his hand hovering over the door lock. He replied coolly, "Have a selection of dresses sent here. Size small. The more options, the better. Nothing too revealing."

The manager didn't dare look at Suzie, but he had obviously noticed her torn dress earlier. He nodded enthusiastically. "Right away, Mr. Baylor. Shall I have some drinks sent up as well?"

"That's fine."

The manager bowed again and scurried off to fulfill the order.

Suzie frowned as she watched Jamie place his thumb against the biometric lock.

She remembered reading about this estate online—it didn't belong to the Baylor family.

Why did he have a private, fingerprint-secured suite here?

And wasn't he taking her to a standard dressing room? What was this?

As the heavy door clicked open, Suzie peered inside. The interior was decorated exactly to Jamie's usual tastes—dark greys, minimalist, understated luxury.

"I thought we were going to a dressing room. What is this?" she demanded, taking a half-step back, ready to leave.

Jamie caught her wrist and gently pulled her inside. "Just sit on the sofa and wait. Once the clothes get here, I'll leave."

Seeing that he released her the moment she was inside, Suzie hesitated for a second before giving in.

She took her clutch from him and walked straight over to the sofa.

As soon as she sat down, she heard the heavy door click shut. Her voice was ice. "Leave the door open. Unless you want more people treating me like a cheap escort."

Jamie frowned but actually listened to her, pulling the door back open.

As he walked over, Suzie felt a wave of discomfort. She just wanted the clothes to arrive so she could change and get the hell out of there.

Before she knew it, Jamie was sitting on the sofa next to her—not too close, but definitely not far enough away.

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