“It’s none of your business,” I reply, just to rile her up.
“Really?”
“Kidding. Honestly, I like her. A lot. We spend time together.”
“You’re fucking her.”
That pisses me off for reasons I can’t explain. Yes, I am fucking her, but it’s more than that, and to hear it put like that makes it sound…cheap.
“We are engaging in a physical relationship, yes.”
“Is that it?”
“Are you going to help me or not?”
“I will if you answer my question.”
I sigh and drag my hand down my face. I washed up after she left my office, but I swear I can still smell her on me, and it makes me want her all over again.
This is getting ridiculous.
“She’s not like the others, Vanny,” I say quietly…voice aloud for the first time what’s been brewing in my head for weeks. “I like her. I respect her. And I want to do something special for her.”
“Are you going to ask her to stay when the job is done?”
“No,” I reply without hesitation. Van sighs.
“Okay, stubborn ass, I know exactly what you should do.”
***
Her head is bent over her desk as she reads through what look like financial reports. She doesn’t even see me as I lean against the doorjamb, watching her work. It’s early evening, at least two hours past the time that the last person left for the day.
I do believe I’ve met my match in the workaholic department.
“I see you,” she murmurs without looking up. Is it any wonder that I’m crazy about her?
“It’s time to go, cher.”
“I have a few more things before the weekend.”
“Kate, it’s almost eight on a Friday evening. It’s the weekend.”
“I’m almost done.”
I cross to her desk and tip her head back with my finger under her chin. “Shut it down. I have a surprise for you.”
Her eyes flare in happiness. “You do?”
“Yes.”
She begins plunging her hands in my pockets, patting me down. “Where is it?”
“This is a new side to you.”
“I love surprises.”
So noted.
“What is this?” She pulls the half-dollar out of my pocket and gazes at it. “Does this say 1860?”
“It does. Dad gave it to me when I was just out of college. He used to carry two of them. He gave the other to Beau.”
“What does it mean?”
Smart girl. “They were handed down from my great-grandfather as the first measurable profit from the company. And Dad said that it was to remind us that every penny we make is important, whether it be fifty cents, or fifty million dollars.”
“I like that.” She replaces the coin in my pocket and keeps searching. “I can’t find my surprise.”
“Well, we have to go to it. I don’t have it on me.”
“Oh.” She pouts, but then stands and launches herself into my arms. “Thank you.”
“You don’t even know what it is.”
“It doesn’t matter. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Let’s go.”
She locks her desk and gathers her things, and then frowns as I escort her down the hall.
“You know, you shouldn’t come down to my office.”
“Everyone is gone, Kate. We’re the only ones here.”
“Still.” She sniffs as she steps into the elevator, then does a little happy dance. “What’s the surprise?”
“I’m not telling,” I reply with a laugh and tug on a piece of her hair.
“Can I guess? Is it…?” She bites her lip as she thinks. “Is it a show?”
“No.”
“Is it…Dinner?”
“No.” I pull her in for a hug and kiss her head. “Stop trying. You’ll never guess.”
“Give me a hint.”
“You must be impossible to live with at Christmas.”
She simply grins and climbs into the car, a bundle of nerves the entire drive through town.
“We’re leaving town?”
“We’re not going far.”
“You’re a good surprise giver.”
I laugh and glance over at her where she’s watching me with happy eyes. “Is that such a thing?”
“Yes.”
I pull into the parking garage at the airport, and Kate watches me with shocked curiosity. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
“But, I didn’t pack a bag! I don’t even have a toothbrush, since I took my spare out of my purse—”
I yank her to me and kiss the fuck out of her, just to shut her up, then lead her into the baggage claim area. I watch as her eyes skim over the people waiting for their bags, and when they land on a familiar face, she smiles and runs to her friend.
“Oh, my God! What are you doing here?”
The tall, dark man who was speaking with Kate’s friend steps away, gathers his own bag, and waves at Lila as he walks away.
“Eli! This is Lila,” Kate announces, as she and the dark-haired, beautiful woman turn to me.
“I know,” I reply with a grin and shake Lila’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you in person.”
“Likewise.”
“Wait. Why didn’t I know that you were coming?” Kate asks Lila, as they lead me back into the parking garage. I’m happy to bring up the rear with Lila’s small suitcase in tow.
“Really?”
“Kidding. Honestly, I like her. A lot. We spend time together.”
“You’re fucking her.”
That pisses me off for reasons I can’t explain. Yes, I am fucking her, but it’s more than that, and to hear it put like that makes it sound…cheap.
“We are engaging in a physical relationship, yes.”
“Is that it?”
“Are you going to help me or not?”
“I will if you answer my question.”
I sigh and drag my hand down my face. I washed up after she left my office, but I swear I can still smell her on me, and it makes me want her all over again.
This is getting ridiculous.
“She’s not like the others, Vanny,” I say quietly…voice aloud for the first time what’s been brewing in my head for weeks. “I like her. I respect her. And I want to do something special for her.”
“Are you going to ask her to stay when the job is done?”
“No,” I reply without hesitation. Van sighs.
“Okay, stubborn ass, I know exactly what you should do.”
***
Her head is bent over her desk as she reads through what look like financial reports. She doesn’t even see me as I lean against the doorjamb, watching her work. It’s early evening, at least two hours past the time that the last person left for the day.
I do believe I’ve met my match in the workaholic department.
“I see you,” she murmurs without looking up. Is it any wonder that I’m crazy about her?
“It’s time to go, cher.”
“I have a few more things before the weekend.”
“Kate, it’s almost eight on a Friday evening. It’s the weekend.”
“I’m almost done.”
I cross to her desk and tip her head back with my finger under her chin. “Shut it down. I have a surprise for you.”
Her eyes flare in happiness. “You do?”
“Yes.”
She begins plunging her hands in my pockets, patting me down. “Where is it?”
“This is a new side to you.”
“I love surprises.”
So noted.
“What is this?” She pulls the half-dollar out of my pocket and gazes at it. “Does this say 1860?”
“It does. Dad gave it to me when I was just out of college. He used to carry two of them. He gave the other to Beau.”
“What does it mean?”
Smart girl. “They were handed down from my great-grandfather as the first measurable profit from the company. And Dad said that it was to remind us that every penny we make is important, whether it be fifty cents, or fifty million dollars.”
“I like that.” She replaces the coin in my pocket and keeps searching. “I can’t find my surprise.”
“Well, we have to go to it. I don’t have it on me.”
“Oh.” She pouts, but then stands and launches herself into my arms. “Thank you.”
“You don’t even know what it is.”
“It doesn’t matter. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Let’s go.”
She locks her desk and gathers her things, and then frowns as I escort her down the hall.
“You know, you shouldn’t come down to my office.”
“Everyone is gone, Kate. We’re the only ones here.”
“Still.” She sniffs as she steps into the elevator, then does a little happy dance. “What’s the surprise?”
“I’m not telling,” I reply with a laugh and tug on a piece of her hair.
“Can I guess? Is it…?” She bites her lip as she thinks. “Is it a show?”
“No.”
“Is it…Dinner?”
“No.” I pull her in for a hug and kiss her head. “Stop trying. You’ll never guess.”
“Give me a hint.”
“You must be impossible to live with at Christmas.”
She simply grins and climbs into the car, a bundle of nerves the entire drive through town.
“We’re leaving town?”
“We’re not going far.”
“You’re a good surprise giver.”
I laugh and glance over at her where she’s watching me with happy eyes. “Is that such a thing?”
“Yes.”
I pull into the parking garage at the airport, and Kate watches me with shocked curiosity. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
“But, I didn’t pack a bag! I don’t even have a toothbrush, since I took my spare out of my purse—”
I yank her to me and kiss the fuck out of her, just to shut her up, then lead her into the baggage claim area. I watch as her eyes skim over the people waiting for their bags, and when they land on a familiar face, she smiles and runs to her friend.
“Oh, my God! What are you doing here?”
The tall, dark man who was speaking with Kate’s friend steps away, gathers his own bag, and waves at Lila as he walks away.
“Eli! This is Lila,” Kate announces, as she and the dark-haired, beautiful woman turn to me.
“I know,” I reply with a grin and shake Lila’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you in person.”
“Likewise.”
“Wait. Why didn’t I know that you were coming?” Kate asks Lila, as they lead me back into the parking garage. I’m happy to bring up the rear with Lila’s small suitcase in tow.
