Page 55 of Book Bae

“If anyone has any ideas for custom itineraries, don’t forget to submit those before the next meeting. In other news, I am pleased to announce that we have finalized a partnership with Skyways Airline.”

Everyone clapped and cheered at that news because it was a partnership that I had been working on for more than a year, and it meant a significant boost to our business. The airline would be referring clients to us, and their passengers would receive a discounted rate for booking through us.

“I will start working on promotional brochures and flyers for that, as well as creating promos for our website,” Jade volunteered.

“Good.”

“I have some ideas about that,” Evangeline declared.

“The floor is yours,” I stated with a nod.

Evangeline shared her thoughts about promotion, which spurred Jade’s creativity. I glanced down at my phone that had just buzzed while everyone brainstormed. I was surprised to see a message from Micaiah.

BOOK BAE:

Hey, I’m outside of your office. It’s locked, but cars are here.

ME:

We’re in a staff meeting.

BOOK BAE:

Send somebody to let me in.

ME:

Really?

BOOK BAE:

I gasped at the image he sent of himself. He looked dead ass serious, but delicious too.

ME:

One sec.

I leaned sideways toward my executive administrator who sat on my right. “I have a guest at the front door. Would you please let him in and direct him to my office?” I whispered.

“Sure.”

“Make sure that he has everything he needs.”

“Okay.”

I turned my attention back to the meeting, but I was intrigued as to why he dropped by without a notice. Anna returned after five minutes, but she didn’t give a hint or clue. A tiny smile danced on her lips, but she didn’t meet my eyes.

When the meeting concluded ten minutes later, I didn’t bother to hang around and make small talk like I normally did. I beelined to my office.

Three candles were lit on a conference table in the corner, and a bouquet of tulips sat in the center of the table beside two bags from The Peach Biscuit, an upscale breakfast, brunch, and lunch eatery. Micaiah’s phone played soft jazz music, creating a romantic atmosphere.

There was a large vase holding an arrangement of hibiscus on my desk along with a gift basket filled with cookies, an orange mug with my name engraved on it, scented candles, turtle candies, and a small stuffed white bear holding a heart that read I’m Unbearable Without U.

“Oh, that is so sweet!” I exclaimed, walking further into my office.

Micaiah sat in a chair across from my desk. He wore a pair of light blue jeans with a short-sleeved white silk shirt, and some tan leather loafers on his feet.

“I was in the area, and I wanted to check on you and see where you worked.”