It wasn’t.
“That was Colin Davis.”
“Oh.” Leo hadn’t mentioned what he was going to do about Colin Davis’s offer for the New York slip since we’d talked about it a few weeks ago. “Do you need me to set up a meeting or something face-to-face?”
“No, I took care of it.”
I nodded, but wanted so badly to ask what decision he had made. But he didn’t offer and it wasn’t my business, so I went to the topic at hand.
“Escrow closes on Friday. I have booked you and Kyros a flight to London to sign the final paperwork with Jes Frolos and see the slip.”
He nodded. “Excellent. When do we head out?”
“Tomorrow.”
“I’m going to need you to get one more ticket.”
“Okay,” I said opening my tablet. “I’ll need the name and contact information for the ticket. Who is the person?”
“Paige Levine.”
My eyes snapped to his. But he merely grinned. “I hear she likes to be called Miss Levine though.”
“You want me to go with you?”
“Yes, I do.”
Just before I got overly excited—partly because I had never traveled overseas and had a passport with no stamps in it—I needed to know why.
“Do you want me as your assistant or because you need someone in your bed at night?”
Leo was perfectly calm when he looked me dead in the eye and said, “Both.”
He got up and walked around his desk.
“Paige, you’ve been a part of this deal from the beginning. I want you there because you’ve earned it and are good at your job. How am I supposed to wrap this up without you?”
I smiled. “You’re a capable man, Leo. I’m sure you’d be just fine.”
“I don’t know about that. Besides, I’ve become dependent on our nighttime routine.” He stepped closer and gently ran a fingertip along my chin.
“Dependent is a pretty strong word for a CEO.”
“It is. Which is why it’s not surprising that it takes a strong woman to bring me to my knees.”
There was something so sincere in his eyes that made my heart throb and my entire being do one thing it never had.
Believe him.
He respected me, enough to bring me along. Saw me as an equal and trusted me.
“I’d love to go,” I whispered.
“Good.”
Leo and Kyros were leaving the following day for London and I was going with them. The thought made me smile and also have the sudden urge to rifle through my closet and pack. As I made my way through the Main House with a permanent grin on my face, thinking of going overseas, my thoughts were interrupted by my buzzing cell phone.
It was a number I didn’t recognize. Probably another reporter, but I had gotten good at hanging up quickly if the need arose.