“How many?”
“A dozen at least.” She chuckled. “I don’t know. Sometimes we’re just unlucky in love.”
He stepped close to her.
There was nothing about this woman that he didn’t love already.
Walking into his office last Halloween to see pumpkins, fresh and plastic, placed randomly around, with a witch and string lights, he’d loved it. Especially as she dressed up in this sexy witch’s costume that showed off her glorious large tits. His dick ached just thinking about it, but he kept himself under control.
“Do you want to go out to dinner? I feel the need to not be alone tonight,” he said.
Sage tilted her head back and smiled. “I’d love to. The diner, or do you want me to reserve your table at Fabio’s?” she asked.
“I think Fabio’s would be best.” If they went to the diner, there would be nothing but distractions, and he wanted Sage all to himself.
She picked up the phone and dialed. “On it.”
“I’ll grab my jacket and briefcase.”
Part one … complete.
****
Sage Miller sat across from her boss, feeling an answering pulse between her thighs. She wasn’t an idiot, or foolish. Noah thought he was so smart, but she had uncovered his … plan. Admittedly, it was only a few days ago she’d found his plan to win her over, but at least she’d been right about his interest in her, which she didn’t mind.
Noah wanted her.
Everything with her.
After discovering his plan, she’d gone home that night and had done the giddiest dance known to women. She loved this man in front of her. He was her favorite person in the world. Nibbling on her lip, she couldn’t help but glance down at his hands and wonder how they would feel on her body.
She’d never had sex with any man. Going all the way had seemed way too personal, which was probably crazy. Most thirty-year-old women were married with children, or had several boyfriends, at least, she assumed they did.
Dating was awkward for her.
She had no idea how she was going to react by the end of the night. This was his plan, to take her out to dinner, to loosen her up, to find out if she wanted him as much as he wanted her. His plan had been pretty detailed.
Reaching out, she picked up her wine and took a sip. She had no intention of being drunk by the end of the night. If she didn’t chicken out, she was going to ask him up to her apartment.
“Order whatever you want.”
She looked up and smiled, then glanced down at the menu. After reading his plan, she’d been waiting, anticipating, hoping. Even before his plan, she found herself arriving at his office early, wanting to spend as much time with him as possible. Was she a crazy woman? Should she be pissed at him for getting her fired? There had been a slight twinge, but it had been replaced by excitement at knowing her feelings were reciprocated.
Maybe she was crazy.
She loved Noah’s obsession with her. What woman could say the man of their dreams craved them? Was she getting cynical because of all the divorce cases she’d seen?
“How are you feeling now?” she asked.
“Fine, I guess. I’m sorry. I guess you have more important things you want to do.”
Sage closed her menu and placed it on the edge of the table. “You and I both know I don’t.”
Noah sat up, and she tilted her head, watching him.
Neither of them spoke, and she just waited to see what he’d do. They were interrupted by the waiter.
Noah ordered his meal, and Sage did the same.
“How will you handle her case?” Sage asked.
“I’ll work the angle of a scorned wife. She worked her ass off at the start of their marriage to put him through college. She is entitled to half of everything. I’ll argue for the country house, custody of their children, and, of course, full alimony, and a lifestyle for her.”
“Wow.”
“I have a thing about cheating assholes, sweetheart,” he said.
“And it surprises me you don’t have a wife of your own. Any woman would love to have you.”
“I guess I’m a picky guy.”
“You haven’t found the woman you want?” she asked.
“I’ve found her, but I need to make sure she feels the same way.”
“Do I know her?”
“Would you like some more wine?” he asked.
She covered her glass. “No, thank you.”
“What about you? Have you found a man you want?”
“I think I have.”
He paused in lifting his glass to his lips. “You have?”
“Yeah, I’m just waiting for him to make the right move.” She slowly teased her fingers over the rim of the glass, waiting, wondering. She didn’t know if she was doing the right or wrong thing.
Should she just tell him she’d seen his plans? Teasing and flirting, this wasn’t her. She didn’t want to be the woman who kept secrets. That wasn’t a way for any relationship to start.