Page 18 of Her Sweet Surrender
Carrying Hope into her office, Brie laid a blanket on the floor and set her on it, tossing Hope’s favorite toys around her. Naturally, Shadow soon joined the baby on the blanket.
Brie looked at the bouquet again with profound gratitude.
Holloway was still threatening her career—the horrible man remained hell-bent on personally seeing that her second film was never produced. However, there was something positive coming from it. This unexpected break allowed Brie to bask in the joy of being a mom while she planned out hernextfilm project.
Listening to the sound of Hope’s playful giggles, Brie turned on her computer and opened the photos she had taken of Gino Mancini’s black book. Although she felt slightly guilty, knowing he didn’t want her recording materials from his collection, she felt justified using them because she hadn’t known at the time she’d taken the pictures.
Besides, the pages were simply a list of the dates and places of every event Alonzo Davis had performed at when he was alive.
There was nothing personal or proprietary in Gino’s black book. But having that list was invaluable to Brie because it allowed her to easily surf the web to find additional information about Alonzo’s professional life as a violinist.
Brie was so completely lost in her research that she was startled when Sir walked up behind her. “Enjoying yourself?”
She spun around in her chair. “Back so soon?”
He looked at his watch. “It’s five o’clock.”
She giggled, glancing at Hope. “I’ve been having such fun, I guess I lost all sense of time.”
He smiled at her with tenderness. “I’m glad to hear it.”
Getting up from her chair, she rushed into his embrace. “I’m even happier, now that you’re here.” She sighed in contentment when he kissed the top of her head.
“I see you brought the flowers up here.”
Brie glanced at them and smiled. “It is the most magnificent bouquet I have ever seen.”
Sir squeezed her tighter. “I have plans for it tonight.”
She looked up at him questioningly.
In answer, he grasped the back of her neck and gave her a passionate kiss that left her utterly breathless. “I want to spend a quiet evening with you—just the two of us.”
“What about Hope?”
“Not to worry. That’s already been arranged.”
She smiled up at him. “Are your aunt and uncle coming to get her?”
He shook his head.
“Who, then?”
“It’s a surprise,” he answered with a glint in his eye as he picked Hope up and started toward the stairs.
She giggled, then looked back at the bouquet to admire it. Sir certainly took pleasure in surprising her—in and out of the bedroom.
As they headed downstairs together, he commanded, “I want you to dress up for me. Pick your favorite gown, the one that makes you smile when you put it on.”
“It’s going to be hard to decide,” she confessed. “There’s so many, Sir.”
He raised an eyebrow, stating in a low, seductive voice, “Then I look forward to seeing which one you choose.”
When Sir swatted her on the ass, she let out an excited squeak as she turned from him to head to the bedroom.
Brie felt butterflies start as she walked into the room and opened the closet doors. Although she had many beautiful dresses, there was one that remained her favorite.
She pulled it from the hanger, smiling as she walked out and placed it on the bed. Inspired, Brie turned on a playlist of Italian songs while she got ready for him.
