An Instant Connection (Insta-Spark)

“You did?”

“I told you I wanted you to marry me.”

With a soft smile, she rubbed her cheek on my hand. “Yes, you did.”

I nestled my chin on her neck. “Well?”

“Is that a proposal?”

I chuckled. “That’s a what-if. If I asked you that question, would you say yes now?”

“If I were dressed, holding a glass of champagne, and convinced the question wasn’t orgasm-induced, then your chances are looking good.”

I kissed her, already making plans.

“Okay then, Mandy. Prepare yourself.”

Step 3

Mandy

I sat back and looked at all the parcels on the back seat of the limo with me, still a little confused. Mitch had sent me out on endless errands, and I had been gone all afternoon. It was unusual he asked me to go shopping for him or to pick up things outside the office. He had always insisted I have one of the other junior assistants do any task of that sort, but today he had been very insistent it was me who had to go and pick up various items for him. I had been to the pharmacist, the post office, picked up three different packages at exclusive stores I had never heard of, and a final stop at the bakery. Everywhere I went, the items were ready for me. I had no clue what was in the boxes and bags, although I was sure I would find out. I’d carry them to the car he had hired to drive me everywhere, then move on to the next item on the list. I slid my phone from my pocket to send him a message. I typed it out with a grin.

I feel like a drug mule. So many mysterious packages.

His reply made me laugh.

Drug mules carry drugs across borders, sweetheart. I’m local. And the only drug I’m hooked on is you.

I replied.

What do you call all these errands?

His reply was typical Mitch.

Taking care of your man. You will be amply rewarded.

I smirked as I shot back a retort.

I had better be.

He sent one last text.

Open the small box from the bakery. That will keep you going and start your rewards.

A simple vanilla cupcake piled high with frosting waited for me in the box. A napkin was tucked along the side. With a happy sigh, I leaned back into the luxurious leather upholstery and bit into the rich cake. He knew me so well. I sent him back a row of kisses, knowing he wouldn’t reply. He would know the cupcake had all my attention now.

I watched the traffic around us, the car crawling slowly back toward the office. I was sure Mitch would explain why it was me he had sent out today. He would open the parcels and boxes and show me everything, and it would all make sense. He had been unusually quiet the last few days, constantly on his phone, shut away in his office, and working late—sending me home without him. He said he had a big project on the go and didn’t want to say anything until it was confirmed. It was the first time he hadn’t shared with me, and I didn’t like it, although I had to respect his decision. It had to be huge for him not to talk to me about it, because Mitch talked to me about everything. Maybe tonight I could get him to open up. I looked at the frosting on the last bite of cake before I popped it into my mouth.

I knew exactly how to get him to open up. I only hoped the larger box contained more cupcakes.

* * *

The office was quiet when I stepped off the elevator, balancing the large box from the bakery and a couple of bags in my hands. The driver walked past me, setting the various boxes and bags on the table and floor. He winked as he returned to the elevator, tipping his hat.

“Have a pleasant evening, ma’am.”

“Wait, I haven’t—”