“Raven, you are delicious,” Charles murmurs. “I want you. Now,” he growls.
I chuckle, pushing him back lightly.
“I only wanted to thank you.”
He pulls back, smiling down at me. “That was some kiss, love,” he croons.
He’s smiling so wide, and part of me wants to throw caution to the wind and beg him to have his way with me right here.
“I love them, but you should probably stop doing that.”
“No.”
“No?” I say, repeating his words.
“I’m not going to stop. I like sending you flowers.”
I smile. “Hydrangeas are my favorite, but the pink roses are a very close second.”
“So bigger is better?” he teases.
“It has nothing to do with the size of the arrangement. Hydrangeas remind me of home. Where I lived with my parents before Dad died.”
Charles doesn’t say anything for a while. He just stands there, watching me.
“Will you tell me more about him?”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “One day soon, I’ll tell you all about him. But right now, I’ll keep up the mystery.”
“I’d like to know all your secrets.”
“I bet you would. What about you, mister? Do you have skeletons in your closet?”
“That is definitely a conversation for another time.” He sighs. “Can we pretend it’s just us? Maybe have a go again on my desk?”
I grin. “No chance. We’ve been in here alone for too long as it is. This office has ears, according to Shelby.”
His eyes widen. “This I must hear.”
I might be messing around with Charles, but I’m not about to narc on Shelby. She’s been too good to me, and she seems to be good for him, too. Cavendish Group needs her.
“That’s all she said. Not sure what she meant by that.” I look into his blue eyes and say the first thing that comes to me. “I missed you, too.”
He smiles. “I believe a proper hello is in order, Rae.”
“I thought that’s what just happened.” I motion back and forth between us, and he grins.
“I have more in mind, love. More like Italy. Things that can’t happen here.”
I blink, thinking about all the things he could be talking about, and heat crawls up my neck.
“Have dinner with me tonight?” he says, and the reply is almost immediate.
“I’m hungry.” I shrug as though it’s no big thing. “I could eat.”
He smirks. “I’m paying.”
“Of course, you’re paying. You asked first. That’s how the rule works.” I wink to show I’m only teasing.