When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 56

Whitney handed the contract to Damian, who passed it straight to Billy. Then, he said, "I have an important dinner tonight. I want you to come with me."

Whitney rarely attended any of Damian's events before and was even less inclined now. She put on a straight face and said, "I'm still not feeling well, so I won't be able to make it."

Damian simply smiled. "In that case, help me pick out a tie." He stepped closer and leaned in, murmuring, "It's been a while since you last chose one for me."

The warmth of his breath near her ear made her instinctively step back. "I'm not great at picking ties. Why don't you have Mr. Lawson help?" she replied curtly.

Billy immediately shook his head. "Oh no, Ms. Spencer. I wouldn't know the first thing about picking out ties. The ones you choose always suit Mr. Howard best."

Whitney refused to move while Damian watched her quietly. She could sense the curious glances and hear the whispers of the store staff. It would be better for her if she picked one and quickly left.

"Alright," she said, giving in. "What suit will you be wearing, and where's the event?"

"The one that arrived last month, the one you said suited me. The event's at a gallery," Damian replied sultrily.

Whitney ignored him, turned to the display cases, and scanned the rows of ties. She quickly selected a black tie with a platinum clasp and handed it to him.

"It's formal enough for the event but suits the gallery setting."

Damian didn't take it. Instead, he smiled with amusement. "And you said you weren't good at picking ties?" He leaned closer again. "Help me put it on."

His expression, tone, and every action seemed designed to suggest something more. Whitney frowned. "You asked me to pick, and I did. If you want to try it on, you can do it yourself or ask the staff."

Damian raised an eyebrow, lowering his voice. "I asked you to choose because you always find the perfect one. Putting it on is part of that. Unless you'd prefer to have an audience?" he said softly.

Whitney noticed the store staff watching them with quiet interest.

Without another word, she raised her hands and fastened the tie around Damian's collar, his warm breath brushing against her cheek. She turned her head slightly, and through the glass, she caught a familiar figure outside.