Chapter 65

Monique hummed as she scrolled through her phone, still curled up on the couch after breakfast. She had agreed almost instantly to be my PA for the Geneva trip, but when she checked her wardrobe, she realized a small problem.

“All my office attire is in Boston,” she groaned, setting her phone down. “I left everything at my friend Claire’s place for storage when I had to clear out my dorm for the summer.”

I smirked. “So, what you’re saying is ... we need to go shopping.”

She arched a brow. “We?”

I chuckled. “Of course. I need to make sure my assistant looks the part.”

She grinned, immediately climbing onto my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck. “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re just using me for my credit card, aren’t you?”

She laughed. “Absolutely.”

Standing, I walked toward my bedroom to check my own wardrobe situation. I pulled out one of my business suits and tried slipping the jacket over my arm. The moment the fabric caught against my cast, I frowned.

“Problem?” Monique asked, leaning in the doorway.

I sighed, adjusting the sleeve. “I can’t get a jacket on over this thing.”

She tapped her chin. “You could just go without.”

I smirked. “You think stuffy old-world Geneva will forgive me for going without a jacket?”

She grinned. “If they don’t, just wave the cast at them dramatically and say, ‘I’d love to be more fashionable, but I was nearly killed in a tragic accident.’”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Shirt and tie it is.”

“Good. Now, let’s go buy me something to make me look like a sophisticated assistant instead of your much younger, extremely attractive lover.”

I rolled my eyes. “Monique.”

She giggled. “Come on, let’s catch the train to Lyon.”