“Mmm…” I say in my best seductive voice. “The skin there feels so smooth.”
“Ava, if you don’t stop, I’ll get on the first plane home.”
I laugh. “Maybe that’s my plan.”
“What are you wearing?”
I shift against my pillows, my senses alert. We’re slipping into dangerous territory. “A black nightgown.”
“Describe it to me.” His tone is commanding and oh, so alluring. It turns me on like nothing else.
“Guess,” I whisper.
“Is it lace?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, fuck, Ava. You are killing me here.”
“Back at you.”
“What other nightgowns do you have?”
“I have a red one with lace, and a white one.” I stop, feeling self-conscious. I admit I love sexy nightgowns; but what’s he going to think about me? That I moonlight as a high-end call girl?
“Go on,” he invites.
“Come back to me quickly.”
***
The next day at the office is brutal. I barely have time to eat lunch, and hop from meeting to meeting the entire day. Also, I don’t receive any present from Sebastian. I suppose that means the courtship period is over. I can’t help but feel sad about it. On the bright side, Sebastian will be home tomorrow.
Logan returns in the afternoon, sporting bloodshot eyes and dark rings under them. He was gone this week too.
“How was London?” I ask him when he passes by my office.
“Bloody jet lag.”
“I see you picked up the slang,” I say appreciatively.
“How was your week? I haven’t had any time to read your e-mails, sorry.”
“No problem. I want to have a short meeting Monday morning and bring you and Sebastian up to date. I’m working on the agenda right now, and I’ve checked Sebastian’s business calendar and yours. You’re free.”
“You’re amazing. Yes, of course we can meet Monday morning. Now I’ll go home and sleep until then.”
I smile, watching him leave. I roll up my proverbial sleeves and throw myself into work. Having everything ready for Monday morning means I’ll have to come to the office tomorrow too. That’s okay. I love my job, and I got where I am by busting my ass and going that extra mile every single time. I sort of lied to Logan anyway, since I’m not onl
y going to update him and Sebastian on what occurred last week. I already have some partners in mind that could help us bring the show to the next level. The ones they’ve worked with until now are good, but I’ve worked with better in the past. They’re more professional, even though a bit pricier. I can make a good case to convince both of my bosses.
The show is still three months away, but these suppliers need to be booked early. In fact, they’ll probably claim this is too short notice for them to take us on. I can work my charm on them if it comes to that.
I lose myself in my work, and only realize what time it is when my phone buzzes.
“Why aren’t you home yet, you little workaholic?”
“Sebastian, this is creepy. Do you have someone watching me?”