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“Mr. Jones,” she whined, running her fingers across one of the rose petals. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I’m going to celebrate you every year. Thank you for convincing me to let you take on this position. You’ve made my life and my work so much easier. Happy two-year anniversary, Cheyanne.”
Her hands cupped her cheeks briefly before she opened the jewelry box. “These are bigger than the ones from last year. Don’t tell me you plan to upgrade me every year?”
“I do.”
“What’s the limit?” she asked, handing me the necklace so I could put it on her slender neck.
“For you? There isn’t one.”
“So if I work for you for ten years…”
“You’ll be getting a ten-carat ring.”
Cheyanne smiled as I placed the necklace on her frame, and it was taking everything inside me not to kiss her neck. Instead, I gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze and stepped back as she released her long curls and allowed them to fall onto her back.
“You really didn’t have to do this, but I appreciate you showing me that you appreciate me.”
“Always.” As she put on the rest of the jewelry, I grabbed my portfolio. “I’m taking you to dinner after work,” I told her, not bothering to ask if she had plans. If I asked, she’d come up with an excuse as to why she couldn’t go. A part of me, maybe my ego, wanted to believe she avoided being alone with me after-hours because she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
“Chandler, I—”
“We leave at six. The car will be waiting.”
She gave me a soft sigh but nodded her agreement, and that was good enough for me. I opened the door and allowed her to walk out before me. As much as I wanted to look at her ass, I kept my gaze high. The last thing I needed to do was walk into this meeting with a hard dick, and that was exactly what would happen if I looked at Cheyanne for too long.
Between her curvy frame, cinnamon brown skin, and beautiful face… she was perfect to and for me. She had dark, piercing eyes and wispy eyelashes. Her pierced nose gave an edge to her otherwise professional and feminine appearance. Round, pouty lips teased me daily, begging to be kissed. I think my favorite part of her was how her skin had a natural glow to it. It made her look ethereal—like my angel.
“Hey,” she called, grabbing my arm gently and gaining my attention. “Good luck in there. I hope they see how great of a deal you’re offering them and take it. You’re the best at what you do, and I’m honored to work with you.”
She placed a kiss to my cheek before heading back toward her office, and I couldn’t resist watching her walk away. Just her taking the time to affirm me before the meeting was the perfect example of why I couldn’t get enough of this woman. She was good to me and for me, always in all ways, and I prayed to God one day she’d allow me to be the same for her.
Six P.M.
Promptly, Cheyanne headed toward the town car as I requested. Stan opened the door for her, and she elegantly slipped into the back seat next to me—close enough for her fresh, powdery scent to engulf me, but far enough away for me to not be able to discreetly brush any part of my body against hers.
“Thanks for dinner,” she said, “even though it’s really not necessary.”
“Honoring you and showing you my appreciation is always necessary.”
“Is this how you treated all of your executive assistants?”
“Only the ones I liked.” Though we laughed, I was only halfway joking. “Seriously, though, you’re the first EA I’ve had to make me want to do something like this for you. You go above and beyond for me and my company, and I can’t ignore that.”
“Well… thank you.”
As her palm rested on the space between us, Cheyanne looked out of the window. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to make small talk or let her stay inside her mind. To be honest, I was surprised she didn’t come up with an excuse as to why she couldn’t join me this evening. I was, however, grateful I’d made plans at the restaurant in case she did.
I decided to remain silent for the duration of the ride, which was only fifteen minutes. Instead of allowing Stan to, I helped Cheyanne out of the car. Inhaling her scent, I appreciated how it still lingered after a full workday. My hand was on the small of her back as we walked the small distance to the entry, where the doorman opened the door for us. After giving the hostess my name, we were led back to the private dining room, which was also a wine cellar.
Cheyanne stopped mid-step when she saw what was waiting for her at the table. She looked back at me and shook her head before slowly walking over.
“Mr. Jones, you gave me a gift earlier.”
“Two years, two gifts.”
“Technically, this is more than two gifts, but I’ll let you be great.” She chuckled as she lifted the box of dusty lavender eternity roses. Cheyanne sniffed them and hummed. “These always smell so good, and they’re my favorite color.”
