“If Delora lets me have the day off, I’ll agree to that.”
“She’ll let you have the day off,” he says with a chuckle. “You’re doing great things at Wells, Calliope. We’re damn lucky to have you.”
I lean back so I can gaze into his eyes. “Thank you, Saint.”
His hand jumps up to cradle my cheek. “I’m damn lucky to have you.”
“I’m lucky too,” I whisper before pressing my lips to his.
I kiss him tenderly, and with every beat of my heart, I’m falling more in love with him.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Callie
Before I enterSean’s office, I already know what he ordered us for lunch. I’d recognize the aroma of my favorite fish tacos anywhere.
I take another two steps forward until I’m standing near the open doorjamb.
My hand skims over the front of the black jeans I’m wearing. I chose a white blouse and a red blazer to go with the jeans since Delora announced yesterday that she had made an executive decision to make today casual Friday.
I was all in since I feel like I’m running on empty. I’ve put in extra hours all week, and I picked up a late shift at Tin Anchor last night. I started that at nine and left the bar around two this morning.
I fell asleep the moment my head hit my pillow.
Hopefully, I can catch up on sleep tonight, so I’m well rested for my date with Sean tomorrow.
I take the final step that brings me into the open doorjamb.
I spot Sean sitting behind his desk, but his back is turned to me. Since he left for the office before I did this morning, I haven’t had a chance to see him yet today.
“Excuse me?” I say softly. “I have a one o’clock meeting with Mr. Wells.”
I said the very same words not more than three minutes ago when I approached Sean’s assistant. He smiled and told me that his boss was expecting me and then congratulated me on my work on the upcoming campaign.
It felt good to be acknowledged for all the effort that I’m putting in.
Sean spins around in his chair. An instant smile coasts over his lips. “Calliope.”
He’s up and out of his chair before I take another step forward.
Looking sexy as sin in a tailored dark blue suit and green striped tie, I stare at him. “Sean.”
“Are you hungry?” he asks as he moves past me to shut the door. “I hope you are. I ordered in a few of your favorites.”
My gaze falls to his desk and the many take-out containers. There are fish tacos, chips and salsa, fresh cut fruit, and a plate of rice cereal treats off to the side. To wash it all down, there are two cans of soda and a couple of bottles of water.
“This is incredibly thoughtful,” I whisper.
He moves to stand next to me. “I’ve missed you, Champ.”
I look up and into his eyes. I see calmness, confidence, and compassion there. I’ve never had anyone put in this much effort just for me.
“I’ve missed you,” I say.
His hands leap to my cheeks. “I could barely sleep last night. I was so excited for this lunch.”
I let out a small laugh. “Seriously?”