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The sweet, tender smile I saw lighting up her face and eyes gave me hope.

“I love you too, Grayson. I didn’t mean to stay away. I just needed to figure out what I wanted. I didn’t have room for anyone in my life. And then we happened. I just needed to step back. To think.” She took a deep breath and I held mine.

“Yes, Grayson Sloan! Yes, I’ll marry you!”

I leaped up and had my arms around her before she had a chance to reconsider. With tears in her eyes, I slipped my ring onto her finger and fuck if the sight of my stone sitting on her hand didn’t make my cock twitch. We’re going to have one helluva weekend full of romance, candlelight and make-up sex, and maybe on into the week if I can convince her.

“I wondered if you would let her get away or if you would show a backbone.”

We both turned. Connor grating voice clawed against my nerves, and I did my best to ignore my gut instinct to bury my fist into the man’s face for trying to take the woman I love away.

I nodded. “I had to give her space even if it killed me.”

“Connor, there’s nothing you can say or do to change the way I feel about your daughter. I’m crazy about her and I hope like hell she feels the same way.”

Warm arms wrapped around me. “I do,” she confirmed in a sweet, happy voice. I pulled her into me and ignored the growing crowd. We had a lot of celebrating to do, and I couldn’t wait to get started.

“Take me home, Sloan.”

I took her perfect mouth in a kiss and cupped the back of her head to take it deeper. I wanted to erase all the doubt in everyone’s head about us not happening. Especially hers.

She broke free, blushing like a beautiful queen.

“Yes, let’s go home.”

Epilogue

Cherry, three months later

When I became the boss’s girlfriend, and now fiancée, the whole office talked behind my back. Except for Trish and Morre. They were always in my corner.

I could feel the stares and hear the hurtful whispers. Sure, it stung, but I got over it real quick. Especially when L.A.’s wealthiest corporate lawyer fell to one knee in front of the entire elite community gathered around to watch him ask me to be his wife. I wouldn’t admit this in front of anyone else, but I wouldn't care if he was the refrigerator repairman. It was all honest work. What was important to me and forever will be is the love I have for the man who made me the happiest woman in the world.

But not everyone was happy for us. When I blurted out a huge yes to applause and cheers, my mother almost laid a goose egg. She was the one who liked to paint Sloan as unworthy of a woman like me. She meant well, but it wasn’t easy getting her onboard in order to plan for my upcoming wedding.

Then there had been the redhead in HR. Pauline. Come to find it out, she had her eyes set on my man long before I arrived.

I guess every attempt she had at seducing Grayson failed, and I turned into the angry target for her rejections.

When a compromising picture of Sloan and I enjoying some alone time in his office my first week as his new assistant showed up on every screen in the building, it didn’t take long to track down who had snapped the revealing picture. Pauline no longer worked at Sloan and Morre Law firm and coming to work ever since turned into pure bliss.

With the office clear of all the negative energy, I had some more great news to share and could hardly wait for the elevator to hit the twenty-second floor. I jumped at the ding of the bell and bustled my way past Grayson’s partner’s assistant with a quick wave and smile.

“Morning, boss. Can I get you some sugar with that coffee?”

I don’t pause at the door nor do I keep the huge smile on my face professional like we agreed on long before the ring on my finger.

I’m still working toward my own law degree while being my husband-to-be’s full-time assistant. We both agreed my future must stay on course no matter what, and I’m relieved to know he’s there to back me up all the way.

Grayson pushes to his feet and cocks his head with a slight smile to his lips.

“It is a little bleak. Bean water, I swear. Please don’t tell Trish I said that, though. She’ll stop bringing her cherry pie every Friday for causal day.” He puckered his lips, and I glided through the door and locked it behind me.

The man had a sweet tooth.

Using the best imitation I could muster of Scarlett Johansson strutting her stuff on the red carpet, I make my way across the office. With each step I pop a button on my blouse and by the time I stood in front of him, the only thing between him and my puckered nipples is a sheer covering of white silk and lace.

“Mmm,” he growls and his hands are on my hips, helping me slide my ass over the ledge of his desk.

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