Love is not a sprint but a marathon and the gift of it is given to those that endure to the end.
“Finally,” I proclaimed. “Kalan, I thought we’d never finish these preliminary audit reports.” Aaren Reston exhaled a loud breath as he leaned back in the chair that he’d pulled to the other side of the coffee table across from me while we worked. “Six weeks on any project is way too long.” Uncrossing my legs I let that foot fall hard against the floor and shoved my fingers into my hair. The topknot I had quickly pulled the loose strands into four hours ago was probably a mess. I had given up worrying about my looks during the long nights Aaren and I had been sequestered in his office. However, the man across from me didn’t have the same problem. No matter the grueling hours, he always looked hot and sexy. I allowed my gaze to take in his appearance. Aaren normally wore a suit and tie, looking immaculate. Now his tie was discarded on the top of his desk and his jacket was draped on the back of his chair. At six foot four, his broad shoulders and strong body had all the women in the uptown corporate office sighing when he walked by. His dark brown hair and light green eyes just made him even more irresistible. Aaren was one of three senior executives in the Pace Men’s Select corporate office in Charlotte. The big boss had given Aaren the task of going through all the one hundred and forty-seven stores’ records for as a pre-audit. Now that there were going to be major changes coming up in the company with the shareholders having an outside auditor coming in at the end of the month, Mr. Pace wanted an internal one performed first. The boss didn’t want any surprises he said. I had been shocked when Aaren came to me requesting my assistance. I would have thought he'd go for my supervisor, senior executive of accounting, but that wasn’t the case. Sharene Stone had told me I was a specific request by Aaren. Until we started the project six weeks ago, I didn’t realize that Aaren even knew I existed. There was no reason he should since we worked in two different departments. Sharene made it plain to me that if I did well on this project, there would be a promotion in the works for me—district manager with more stores under my watch. If that wasn’t reason enough for me to dive in with both feet, the opportunity to work up close with Aaren was definitely an incentive. It was two years ago when Aaren was brought on board at the corporate office. He’d come from doing sales at one of the big soda manufacturers in Charlotte. I would never forget the day I had brought breakfast in for a co-worker and he walked into the Human Resources office to complete his paperwork. The man had looked like he’d just walked out of one of the company’s catalogues as a model. Tall, handsome and dressed well. Dragging my eyes away from the mouth-watering man, I leaned forward and picked up my cold coffee. “Mr. Pace never considered having a few less big men’s formal and casual wear stores.”Sipping the drink, I winced; when hot, the salted caramel mocha was sublime, cold, it was appalling. Aaren chuckled. “I’m sure we are both tired of the faithful diet of coffee. I know my stomach is starting to eat me from the inside out, hyped up from the caffeine.” I laughed. My food intake had been at an all time low since starting the in house audit. Forgetting myself, I took another swig of the coffee and winced again. “Yuck. I forgot the horrid brew was still in my hand.” I set it down and pushed the mug toward the center of the table. “How about I treat us both to dinner?” He pointed an accusing finger at his cup. “Something a little healthier and tastier.” My mind played an image of me sitting in a restaurant at an intimate table for two, the lights low as we stared at each other over candlelight. The image morphed into me wearing the wrinkled blouse and pencil skirt I currently had on and