"That's your profession, not mine," Zane said in a stern and upsetting tone.
"What else can I do?"
Zane clenched his fist. He didn't like what he was about to do, but he had to do it for business principles. He removed his suit jacket from his body and put it around her slender shoulders, which covered her exposed skin decently, reaching her knee.
"This looks decent," Zane muttered, moving from his spot as he added, "Hurry up."
Anastasia stood transfixed, watching him leave. She then lowered her gaze to his oversized suit jacket that swallowed her body like a toddler wearing an adult shirt.
She rolled up his sleeve and tucked her hands inside. His cinnamon scent filled her nose, bringing a forgotten memory of when she went through his jacket in the closet, sniffing it. However, that was in the past, which she never remembered, but his suit on her brought those stupid memories again.
