Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“It’s Halloween next week,” I tell her when our pizzas arrive and we’ve taken our first bites.
Savannah’s eyes widen as she puts her slice back on her plate. “Oh my god, I don’t have a costume yet!”
I laugh. “There’s still time.”
“But I haven’t even picked what I want to be. Last year, I was Barbie and I suppose I could just wear the same costume again…” She pauses, pinning me with a look. “What are you going to be?”
The seriousness in her voice is adorable. “I don’t dress up. I’m too old for that,” I say with a smirk.
She pouts at that. “Nobody’s ever too old to dress up for Halloween,” she argues. “Besides, you’re thirty-eight not ninety.”
“I’ll dress up on one condition,” I tell her, smirking. She leans forward eagerly. “The company hosts a Halloween party every year. Come with me.”
She shrugs. “Sure. I’m an employee after all, so—”
“No,” I interrupt, shaking my head. “Come with me.”
Savannah’s plush lips part in surprise. “Like…as your secretary? Or as more than your secretary?”
“You’ve always been more than my damn secretary,” I remind her. I bite my tongue to keep from adding, If I have it my way, you’ll be my wife too. I know her well enough to know that it would scare her, despite the truth of it. I’ve known since the start that she’ll be wearing my ring on her finger one day.
“Won’t it be weird?” she asks, but the way her brows are pulled together tells me she’s thinking about it. I take that as a win and press my advantage.
“Announcing it outside of office hours is a compromise,” I tell her. “People will be drinking all the free champagne they can get, and these parties always get a little wild.” I pause, chuckling as I remember the last one. Someone ended up passed out in a bush, and my partner ended up in an entirely different costume than the one he’d shown up in. It was good-natured fun, helped along by the free drinks.
“I don’t know…”
“I don’t want to hide how much you mean to me,” I say quietly, hoping she knows how sincere I am. “I promise you, sweetness. Nobody will say a single bad word to you about it.”
If they do, I’ll fire them.
Savannah takes a long sip of her cocktail and sighs. “Okay,” she agrees softly, a small smile on her lips. “But you have to do a couple’s costume with me.”
I’ll agree to pretty much anything she asks. I nod immediately, grinning. One more week of secrecy and then the entire world will know that she belongs to me. I’m in love with this girl, and I don’t give a single fuck if people judge me for the fact she’s my employee. No part of me is ashamed of how badly I want her.
“I don’t like hiding it, either,” she admits. “I saw how that woman was looking at you in the meeting yesterday.” She frowns, adorably grumpy.
“I didn’t notice,” I say honestly. “You’re the only woman I see, sweetness. I spent most of that meeting imagining bending you over the table and shoving that tease of a skirt up so I could make you scream my name.”
“Sean!” she complains, but she’s smiling as she says it. “How am I supposed to concentrate on work knowing you’re thinking of…that?”
I raise a brow at her. “How do you think I feel? God, the amount of time I spend fantasizing about eating you out in the kitchen again…”
“Fuck dinner,” she groans, jumping out of her seat and reaching for me.
“Need something, sweetness?” I ask, faking innocence. My cock’s been hard for her since we got home. I’m dying to show her just how much I think about her.
“You,” she demands, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the bedroom.
12
SAVANNAH
I bite my lip as I check my outfit over again in the bathroom mirror.
Nerves and excitement have me bouncing on my feet, all that nervous energy demanding that I move. We still have two hours before the party starts, but I’ve been thinking about it all week.
Tonight is the night Sean gets to tell everyone I’m more than just a new employee, and I’ve imagined every possible scenario a thousand times. I like my coworkers, and I don’t want them to think of me differently because of this.
But…I more than like Sean. As much as I try to hide it from myself, I’m in love with him. It seems insane to feel so strongly so quickly, but everything with him feels natural. We spend every second we’re not at work together. I’ve barely been to my own apartment at all, and I don’t miss it. It doesn’t feel like home…here does.
Sean’s place has become our place in my head. He bought vanilla syrup for my morning coffees and a million fancy cocktail ingredients to make me drinks at dinner, and my stuff is slowly leaving my own apartment and staying here much like I am. I have my own drawer in his dresser, and my makeup is currently covering the vanity behind me.