Page 19 of Hot CEO

“I made you coffee,” she says with a sweet smile, setting one of the cups on my desk and cradling hers in both hands.

“Thank you.” I ignore my coffee in favor of holding her instead. I pluck her cup from her hands and set it down before I wrap her up in my arms.

“Sean!” she squeaks, pressing her palms flat against my chest as she leans back. “What if someone comes in?”

“If they enter my office without knocking, that’s on them,” I scoff. “I miss you, Savannah. It’s torture having to pretend I’m not drooling at the thought of my secretary the entire day.”

She laughs, the sound light and musical. Everything about her makes me crazy.

“So dramatic,” she teases, rolling her eyes at me playfully.

“Not nearly dramatic enough,” I grumble in response. I know she wants to settle in and find her footing here without the complication of our relationship, but every time another male employee so much as looks her way, I want to growl at them like some sort of guard dog. She’smineand I want every fucking man in this city to know it.

“The second we leave this office, I’m all yours.” Savannah giggles, pulling away from me with a stunning smile.

“You’re mine every second of every day,” I tell her. “I’ll prove it tonight.”

“I’m counting on it,” she says sassily as she spins out of my reach and leaves, taking her cup with her.

I un-frost the glass so I can see her at her desk, sipping the coffee and leaving shiny pink lip gloss marks on the edge of the cup. She takes a call, and I watch her mouth form words I can’t hear. Obsessed is an understatement. I’ve thought of nothing but her since she spilled her drink on me two weeks ago.

Like promised, she waits for me after work and I drive her back to my place. It’s become a routine, one I look forward to from the second we step into the office every morning.

Tonight, I let her pick pizzas from her favorite place and order them while I test out a strawberry mojito recipe I found online. It’s overly complicated and takes a ridiculous amount of time to make, but the moan she makes when she takes her first sip is worth every second of effort.

“It’s Halloween next week,” I tell her when our pizzas arrive and we’ve taken our first bites.

Savannah’s eyes widen as she puts her slice back on her plate. “Oh my god, I don’t have a costume yet!”

I laugh. “There’s still time.”

“But I haven’t even picked what I want to be. Last year, I was Barbie and I suppose I could just wear the same costume again…” She pauses, pinning me with a look. “What are you going to be?”

The seriousness in her voice is adorable. “I don’t dress up. I’m too old for that,” I say with a smirk.

She pouts at that. “Nobody’s ever too old to dress up for Halloween,” she argues. “Besides, you’re thirty-eight not ninety.”

“I’ll dress up on one condition,” I tell her, smirking. She leans forward eagerly. “The company hosts a Halloween party every year. Come with me.”

She shrugs. “Sure. I’m an employee after all, so—”

“No,” I interrupt, shaking my head. “Come with me.”

Savannah’s plush lips part in surprise. “Like…as your secretary? Or as more than your secretary?”

“You’ve always been more than my damn secretary,” I remind her. I bite my tongue to keep from adding,If I have it my way, you’ll be my wife too. I know her well enough to know that it would scare her, despite the truth of it. I’ve known since the start that she’ll be wearing my ring on her finger one day.

“Won’t it be weird?” she asks, but the way her brows are pulled together tells me she’s thinking about it. I take that as a win and press my advantage.

“Announcing it outside of office hours is a compromise,” I tell her. “People will be drinking all the free champagne they can get, and these parties always get a little wild.” I pause, chuckling as I remember the last one. Someone ended up passed out in a bush, and my partner ended up in an entirely different costume than the one he’d shown up in. It was good-natured fun, helped along by the free drinks.

“I don’t know…”

“I don’t want to hide how much you mean to me,” I say quietly, hoping she knows how sincere I am. “I promise you, sweetness. Nobody will say a single bad word to you about it.”

If they do, I’ll fire them.

Savannah takes a long sip of her cocktail and sighs. “Okay,” she agrees softly, a small smile on her lips. “But you have to do a couple’s costume with me.”

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