“I’m just going to call him quickly, is that okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, sure thing, go for it,” Sarah says, and the two of them turn back to their work.
I dial his number, smiling as it rings.
“Hello.”
I walk out of earshot from my colleagues.
“Hi,” I breathe. I can hardly contain my excitement. “I just got a delivery of the most beautiful red roses I have ever seen in my life.”
“You did, huh?”
“Thank you. They’re beautiful.”
“I should be thanking you. I had an amazing weekend.”
“Me too.” I’m practically beaming.
We both wait for the other to say something.
“What time are you coming over tonight?” I finally ask.
“I’ll come over and cook you dinner.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’m a great cook.”
“You’re great at a lot of things.”
He chuckles, and I imagine him swinging on his chair in his office.
“How will you get in?” I ask, aware that the guards are going to be an issue, as always.
“I’ll park in the basement and catch the lift straight up.”
I bite my lip as I think. “Okay. About seven-thirty. That way they know I’m in bed for the night.”
He grunts, unimpressed. “Okay.”
“Do I need to get anything? Any ingredients?” I
ask.
“Just be waiting for me in something sexy.”
“Okay, I can do that.” I blush.
“Goodbye, angel. Have a nice day.”
My heart bursts when he calls me angel.
“You too. Bye.” I hang up and go back to work, and I have to concentrate really hard to not jump on the desk and punch the air.
This is a good day.
The best.