“Come in.”
Donna opens the door and checks if I’m busy. She carries a large bunch of flowers. I smile and take them from her hands.
“I’ll never tire of receiving these.” I take a sniff and smile as the sweet aroma fills my senses. “He knows how to brighten my day.”
“What does the note say?”
I open the card.
They smell as sweet as your pussy.
I snap the card closed and hold it to my chest. “I don’t think you want me to read this one aloud.”
She giggles. “Can you imagine the expression on the florist who took the call?”
I splutter a laugh. “Oh God, I hope he doesn’t continue the dirty talk.”
She is still giggling. “And how do you spell that, sir?”
I laugh at Donna. “I don’t know what you’re thinking because BJ’s vocabulary is not extensive. I doubt they need to ask unless his accent is problematic.”
“I don’t notice his accent as much.”
I smile. He’s been here so long he sounds more American than Aussie. “Is everything on track for his parents’ arrival?”
“It is. A driver will be waiting at the airport. Are you sure you want them to stay at your home?”
I nod. “I have the security, and they are here to see their son as much as possible.”
“Okay. Then they are booked in the same hotel as you and the team for the two away games.”
I take in a deep breath as nerves fill me. “Hopefully, we don’t need to plan beyond that.”
“I have as a precaution. They will fly with your family on the private jet?”
“Absolutely.”
Brandon bursts into my office and smiles at Donna. “Howdy, Dons.”
“Howdy, BJ.” She grins at him. “I’m going to need the number of the florist to send an apology.”
Brandon whips his head around. “Did she read the card?”
I giggle at his shocked face. “No. I told her I wasn’t reading it aloud.”
Brandon smirks at Donna. “Not yet, Dons. You should wait, tomorrow’s is a shocker.”
“Brandon…” I gasp. “Save it for the?—”
“Bedroom? My pleasure princess. Or should I say yours?” He winks at me.
Dear God, how does this man make me love him so much?
“Okay, that’s my cue to leave,” Donna coos and doesn’t wait for a goodbye.
“You need to knock,” I remind him.
He pulls me into a kiss. “Other people need to knock because I’m the only one who gets to do this.” His hands untuck my blouse from my skirt, slide up, and find my breasts. His eyes pop before he dips his head to my chest. “No bra?”
