Page 89 of Getting Down to Business

“Thank you for helping me with it.”

“That is awesome,” he said more emphatically, not taking any credit.

“It means I’ll probably be as stressed as you are,” she said, still trying to depreciate the event.

“This is a huge accomplishment. You’re going to stun them and this will only be the start. I know it.” He was so happy for her. “I’m sorry, we should be out celebrating. I came home with my bad day and completely ruined your good one,” he realized as the guilt settled in.

“Trust me.” She nodded over her shoulder toward the counter. “That did not ruin my day at all.” She winked as she took a bite of her food.

Some emotion caught him up like a wave, his stomach fluttered at the strange sensation. He put his silverware down and slid his chair back.

“Come here,” he said, holding out his arms, welcoming her onto his lap. She nestled against him, her breasts near his face. Concentrate, he told himself.

He kissed her softly, the spices on her tongue mixing with his. He would have been happy to kiss her for the rest of his life. Eventually, he pulled away and smiled at her slowly.

“When we’re done with dinner, I’m at least going to take you down to the bar so I can buy you a drink.”

“Not too many, we have a train to catch in the morning.” She looked nervous.

“That’s tomorrow. This is tonight. Your night.” He brushed his fingertips through her hair, down to her shoulder and, of course, trailed along her chest until he was holding her breast in his hand. He stroked her nipple with his thumb and heard her suck in a breath. He stirred against her leg and a smile spread across her face.

He stood up from his chair, with her in his arms and took her straight back to his room to start the celebration properly.