I love my job, but since I got back, my mind has wandered more times than I can count. This job kept me busy and focused when I needed it the most, and I am so lucky my dad took a chance on me to help run this office here in London, but now Noah and I are together, I can’t help but think I am meant for something else, something more than a job that keeps me tied to a desk, with long nights and busy weekends dining with clients.
I twist my hair up into a claw clip, stretching my neck side to side, and type the email to my assistant with the changes that need to be made. I wince when I feel another headache brewing, and a wave of nausea hits me. The late nights, lack of food, and constant traveling back and forth from the States, the past few months have taken a toll. It couldn’t be anything else.
I’m flying back out to New York next week when Noah is back from his deployment, so maybe a spa day with Meghan is in order. I just need some rest. I reach for my phone to text her, but my office phone rings, and I sigh when see it’s the front desk.
Oh God. What now?
I answer and put on a fake smile to trick myself into feeling better than I do. “Hello, Heather. Is everything okay?”
“Miss Walker, I’m sorry to disturb you, but there is someone here saying he’s got a meeting with you.”
I pull up my calendar and check the time. “I don’t have anything in the diary for a five-thirty meeting. What’s his name?’
She giggles, and I furrow my brows. “He won’t tell me, but he’s holding the biggest bouquet of wild daisies, and he looks good enough to eat if you want this old girl’s opinion,” she whispers the last few words, and my heart starts racing.
“Send him up,” I say on an excited gasp. I’m out of my seat, pulling the claw clip out and ruffling my hair, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I straighten my pencil skirt andadjust my blouse. I head for my office, attempting to run in my heels. I reach for the handle and yank the door open, and as I step through, I’m met with a wall of muscle.
“Hey, darlin’. Miss me?” I leap into Noah’s arms, almost knocking him off his feet. It’s only been a few weeks, but it feels like months since I saw him.
The flowers drop to the floor, and he threads his fingers into my hair and dominates my mouth, and I surrender to him, feeling every tight muscle in my body relax, now I’m in his arms.
“Fuck, have I missed you,” he groans against my lips. He walks me back toward the window, and when my butt hits the desk, I break the kiss and come up for air.
“What… what are you doing here?” I ask on a ragged breath.
“I got back from my deployment early and wanted to surprise my girl.”
“I missed you,” I confess, flattening my palms against his hard chest.
He sits on my chair, and I stand between his legs. He glances around, taking in the floor-to-ceiling windows. “So, this is your office.”
“Yep,” I say with a smile.
‘It’s pretty impressive.” He whistles. “Look at that view.” The view of the Thames is my favorite part about my office.
“Well, I’m kind of a big deal here.” I shrug my shoulders and bat my eyelashes.
“I bet you are. You are also kind of a big deal to me too,” he says, pulling me closer, so I straddle his lap.
“Oh yeah, well, you are kind of a big deal to me too, Noah Jones.” I swipe his hair from his forehead that seems to have grown inches since I last saw him.
“How was your trip?” I ask, searching his face for any signs of distress.
“It was fine, just a training exercise.” I relax my shoulders, thankful he’s now here in my arms and not thousands of miles away.
“How’s work been? You look a little tired. Is everything okay?” he asks, concern in his tone.
“Yeah, there have been some issues, but I’m sorting them.”
He gives me a smile that screams pride. “I like this version of you.”
“What version?” I eye him curiously.
“Hot boss Tori.”
I throw my head back on a laugh. “Well, I have had to crack the whip and bust some asses this week.”
Noah bites down on his lower lip and begins unbuttoning my blouse. “Oh yeah, well feel free to bust my ass too, Miss Walker.”
