Emily reached for the doorknob to her office and nearly jumped out of her skin at movement in her peripheral.
“I’m sorry,” Georgia apologized. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Emily exhaled with relief.
“What are you doing here?” she asked her PA.
“I had some work to do, but I’m done now.”
Georgia walked over and handed her a box with a bow. Emily looked at the box and then back to Georgia.
“What’s this?”
“Yvette left it. She said you were waiting for it.”
“Oooh,” Emily remembered. “Thank you.”
She opened the door to her office, and was thrown off by the sound of soft music. Emily looked back at Georgia with a questioning glance, but she just shrugged and urged Emily inside. Emily stepped past the doorway and could not believe her eyes. Every available spot was covered in bouquets of red flowers, some roses, some looked like orchids. There was a bistro dining set in place of her conference table. Covered in white cloth and tableware, the setting was beautiful and, in the center, sat a square crystal vase displaying an array of gorgeous red roses. She looked back at Georgia, feeling her brows knitting.
“What is this?” Emily asked Georgia.
“It’s Valentine’s Day,” the voice came from inside her office.
Emily smiled, immediately recognizing the voice. She stepped further inside her dimly lit office and nearly melted where she stood when her eyes rested on Angel. He was tall and handsome in black on black. He was wearing a charcoal suit with a black shirt. The omitted tie made him look bad boy sexy. A sparkle in his deep brown eyes complemented his seductive smile.
Angel strolled over, looking every bit the male model; gangster edition. He pulled her briefcase from her hand and sat it on the floor.
“Is that for me?” he asked, looking at the gift box in her hand.
Emily blinked away from his mesmerizing gaze.
“Y-yes. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
She handed him the box.
“Thank you.”
Angel cupped her jaw and lowered his lips to hers. She sighed with content from the sweet kiss she’d missed for over a month.
“I’ve missed you, Mami,” he whispered against her lips.
“I missed you too.”
“Okay,” Georgia interrupted. “I’ll be going now.”
Angel cleared his throat and took a step back. Emily turned to Georgia, looking at her through narrowed eyes. “So, you did this behind my back?”
“Fire me,” she dared with a raised brow.
“Thank you, Georgia,” Angel interrupted.
“No problem. You won’t see Yvette, but she’ll be managing your catering staff,” she informed before leaving and closing the door behind her.
So, Yvette was there. While she was working, the three of them plotted to give her a much-needed night of romance with the man that tore down the wall of work she’d built.
“Come with me,” Angel said, placing his hand to the small of her back.
He led her to the beautifully set table. Angel sat the box on the table and slid her suit jacket off her shoulders. He draped it across the small loveseat in the small sitting area in the corner of her office.
