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Authors: Christina Tetreault
Tags: Family Saga, Billionaire, friends to lovers, wealthy, Beaches, sensual romance, millioniare, B Novak, office love
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too.”
Although he didn’t want to leave Trevor and Brooklyn alone, Derek couldn’t think of any reason to stick around any longer. “Brooklyn, say hi to Cheyenne for me.”
“Sure. Have a safe drive home.”
Derek walked away. When he reached the stairwell door, he turned around and watched Trevor and Brooklyn enter the elevator. He still had his hand on her lower back and the sight had Derek yanking the door open with more force than necessary. He really should’ve gone home after work tonight.
Chapter 3
The large arrangement of flowers on her desk caught her eye the moment she walked into her office Monday afternoon. She’d popped into work briefly this morning before heading off to court but hadn’t been back since. Even without reading the card attached to the arrangement, she had a good idea who sent them. Trevor. She blew a stray piece of hair out of her eyes and plucked the card out. The knock on the ajar door kept her from opening the envelope, and she gestured for the receptionist to enter.
“A courier just delivered this,” Isabelle said, coming toward the desk with a large envelope.
“Thank you. I’ve been expecting these files.”
“Those flowers came this morning, not long after you left.” She nodded toward the arrangement. “Whoever sent them has wonderful taste.”
She heard the inquiry in the receptionist’s voice. In all the years she’d worked at the firm, she’d never received flowers or any other gifts from anyone and the entire office knew she was single. “They are pretty and brighten up the room.” Brooklyn added the package the receptionist handed her to the in-bin on her desk. “Is Max in this afternoon?”
“No, he hasn’t returned from his meeting yet.”
Since it was already four thirty, she suspected he might not bother coming back at all today. “If he comes in before you go, can you let me know? I’d like to speak with him before I leave tonight.”
After promising she’d let her know if the other attorney returned, Isabelle cast one more look toward the flowers before leaving the office and closing the door behind her.
Alone, she turned on her computer and then pulled the card from its envelope.
Thank you for a wonderful evening Friday. I look forward to seeing you again soon. Trevor.
Collapsing into her chair, she closed her eyes. They’d gone out once and already he was sending her flowers. Not good. Not good at all.
Another knock at the door had her sitting up straight. Perhaps Max had returned and she could distract herself from the flowers with a conversation about her newest case. “Come in.”
“Did you just get here?” Derek asked, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.
“A few minutes ago.” She relaxed again in her chair. While not the man she’d hoped to see, she did need to speak with Derek too. “But I’m not sure why I bothered. It’s almost five already, and I’m beat.”
“Rough day?” He took the seat across from her and took a drink from the coffee mug in his hand.
“More or less what I expected. What about you? How’s this Monday treating you?”
“No complaints.” His eyes took in the flowers on her desk and then zeroed in on the card she still held. “Who’d you get those from?”
Like he needed to ask, because men sent her flowers all the time. Please, he knew who they were from and as soon as she answered he’d probably once again tell her what a mistake she was making. Why couldn’t Trevor have sent the flowers to her apartment where no one else would see them?
“Trevor.” Okay, here it comes . Some comment about him being too old or all wrong for her again. She did agree he was a little older than she would prefer, but they’d gotten along well on Friday. Did that mean she wanted him sending her flowers already? No, but she wasn’t ready to call him all wrong for her either.
Derek took another gulp from his coffee before he spoke. “How’d that go Friday?”
Part of her
Although he didn’t want to leave Trevor and Brooklyn alone, Derek couldn’t think of any reason to stick around any longer. “Brooklyn, say hi to Cheyenne for me.”
“Sure. Have a safe drive home.”
Derek walked away. When he reached the stairwell door, he turned around and watched Trevor and Brooklyn enter the elevator. He still had his hand on her lower back and the sight had Derek yanking the door open with more force than necessary. He really should’ve gone home after work tonight.
Chapter 3
The large arrangement of flowers on her desk caught her eye the moment she walked into her office Monday afternoon. She’d popped into work briefly this morning before heading off to court but hadn’t been back since. Even without reading the card attached to the arrangement, she had a good idea who sent them. Trevor. She blew a stray piece of hair out of her eyes and plucked the card out. The knock on the ajar door kept her from opening the envelope, and she gestured for the receptionist to enter.
“A courier just delivered this,” Isabelle said, coming toward the desk with a large envelope.
“Thank you. I’ve been expecting these files.”
“Those flowers came this morning, not long after you left.” She nodded toward the arrangement. “Whoever sent them has wonderful taste.”
She heard the inquiry in the receptionist’s voice. In all the years she’d worked at the firm, she’d never received flowers or any other gifts from anyone and the entire office knew she was single. “They are pretty and brighten up the room.” Brooklyn added the package the receptionist handed her to the in-bin on her desk. “Is Max in this afternoon?”
“No, he hasn’t returned from his meeting yet.”
Since it was already four thirty, she suspected he might not bother coming back at all today. “If he comes in before you go, can you let me know? I’d like to speak with him before I leave tonight.”
After promising she’d let her know if the other attorney returned, Isabelle cast one more look toward the flowers before leaving the office and closing the door behind her.
Alone, she turned on her computer and then pulled the card from its envelope.
Thank you for a wonderful evening Friday. I look forward to seeing you again soon. Trevor.
Collapsing into her chair, she closed her eyes. They’d gone out once and already he was sending her flowers. Not good. Not good at all.
Another knock at the door had her sitting up straight. Perhaps Max had returned and she could distract herself from the flowers with a conversation about her newest case. “Come in.”
“Did you just get here?” Derek asked, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.
“A few minutes ago.” She relaxed again in her chair. While not the man she’d hoped to see, she did need to speak with Derek too. “But I’m not sure why I bothered. It’s almost five already, and I’m beat.”
“Rough day?” He took the seat across from her and took a drink from the coffee mug in his hand.
“More or less what I expected. What about you? How’s this Monday treating you?”
“No complaints.” His eyes took in the flowers on her desk and then zeroed in on the card she still held. “Who’d you get those from?”
Like he needed to ask, because men sent her flowers all the time. Please, he knew who they were from and as soon as she answered he’d probably once again tell her what a mistake she was making. Why couldn’t Trevor have sent the flowers to her apartment where no one else would see them?
“Trevor.” Okay, here it comes . Some comment about him being too old or all wrong for her again. She did agree he was a little older than she would prefer, but they’d gotten along well on Friday. Did that mean she wanted him sending her flowers already? No, but she wasn’t ready to call him all wrong for her either.
Derek took another gulp from his coffee before he spoke. “How’d that go Friday?”
Part of her
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