“Deal,” she grins and cups my face before placing a passionate kiss on my lips.
“I have a flight scheduled today,” I mumble.
“Oh, where are you flying too?” Her confused look makes me laugh out loud.
“No, Sunshine, I’m going paragliding today.” I chuckle
“Do you need me to leave?” She tries to slide away from me but I hold her in place.
“No, don’t. I meant, do you want to come with me?”
“What? I thought you just said we can’t in public—”
“We can’t act like a couple in public, but there’s nothing wrong with me arranging a flight for a client,” I wink.
“Are you sure?” She tries to be cautious but her eyes light up in excitement.
“Absolutely.”
“What about your real client?”
“There is no client. Aside from it being my job, I love paragliding and the weather forecast for today is too good to ignore.”
“Oh my god, amazing,” she cheers. I turn us so she’s beneath me.
“But first I’ll take you to some other heights.”
Chapter 8
Oliver
Ifeel exhausted andrefreshed at the same time. This has been some night. Keeley is different to other women I might have dated before. She doesn’t hold back, she takes what she needs and it drives me wild.
I have two hours until she’ll be back. She went to Greenview Manor to change and get her hiking clothes for the flight later. I decide to use the time to work on the proposal for Ben and Cooper.
We have a student from the local university covering Saturdays in the office, Melissa, and she is doing a bloody good job. She gets a commission from every booking she takes and that woman can sell. I wish I could hire her fulltime but currently that’s not an option.
To my surprise, though, I’m not the only McCallum who decided to do some work despite it being a weekend.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” I greet Hannah who is sitting in my chair again. Unless she has a hiking group to lead, Hannah doesn’t usually work weekends and as far as I know nothing is booked in today.
“I wanted to finish last month’s accounts,” she shrugs.
“Well you’re going to have to do that at your desk because I need to work on the corporate event proposal now.” I make a sweeping motion to signal for her to get out of my chair.
“Fine. You know there is enough space in here for another desk,” she groans as she saves the spreadsheet to the system and logs out from her profile.
“You have a desk outside.”
“Yes, and I get bothered all the time. In here it’s quiet and you’re the only one that bothers me,” she protests.
I understand what she means. My desk is in the back to avoid being interrupted every five seconds by people who end up not booking anything, deliveries, staff, the list goes on and on.
“So, what happened last night with Keeley?”
“What? Nothing! I told you she’s a client.”
“Sure. By the way, I asked her about the review and she said she loved the trip.”