Perfect for You

to being in charge." He held out a glass to her. "Are you willing to indulge?"
    By his tone, she could tell he was offering more than champagne. Smiling, she accepted—the drink and everything else.
    "Sit. I have a few surprises for you."
    "More surprises," she said, tucking her skirt under her as she sat on the blanket. She gestured at the balloons with her glass. "I'm not sure how you can beat midget palm trees."
    "Yeah, those were inspired. Are you hungry?"
    She smiled widely. "I'm starving."
    "Good." He set out butter crackers, olives, strawberries, and Brie, but it was the last package that caught her curiosity. If she wasn't mistaken, the box looked like...
    "Teuscher!" she exclaimed, ripping off the ribbon and plunging in. "Chocolate covered ginger! How did you know?"
    He flushed a little. "Lucky guess."
    "Really lucky." Smiling, she peeled the chocolate off and nibbled on the ginger. With the champagne it was heaven.
    He watched her savor it, an indulgently amused look on his face. Then he took a broken piece of chocolate from her fingers and popped it in his mouth. "Tell me about your day."
    She wrinkled her nose. "Not the best, but at least my boss is out of town today, so I have that going for me."
    "The design still not going well?"
    "I have a few mockups, and I have a couple more weeks to come up with some more ideas." She worried the edge of her skirt. "I've just had a hard time this year. Not being able to work isn't really like me."
    "We'll fix it."
    He said it with such unshakable faith she had to believe him. She nodded. "Okay."
    Leaning toward her, he kissed her again, softly at first, but then it ignited.
    With a moan, Freya leaned in, putting her hand on his leg for support. He tasted like wine and sugar and wicked promises. Delicious, and just what she craved.
    Snaking his hand into her hair, he tilted her head back to bite his way down her neck. She arched into it, and he followed her back until he sprawled on top of her on the floor, kissing down into the V of her top.
    "Lips," she said, and she tugged at his hair to bring his mouth to hers. His face scratched her skin in a luscious way.
    "Freya, I have—Oh crap."
    She and Greg broke apart, panting heavily.
    Eve stood in the doorway, watching them with shocked eyes. Then she grinned despite her red cheeks. "I didn't realize you were in a meeting. Carry on."
    The door closed, and Freya and Greg both exhaled in relief.
    The door reopened and Eve poked her head back in, a naughty smile lighting her eyes. "If this is the new intern, send him by my office when you're done."
    Freya picked up her shoe, which had come off at some point and aimed at the door. Eve quickly closed it, but they could hear her laughter all the way down the hall.

 
Chapter Seventeen
     
     
    Even laying flat on her bed, it was a beautiful sight. The dress was white and, in the fading light of the afternoon, it shimmered only like fine silk did. Long and diaphanous, its halter-top plunged low in the front, leaving everything in back bare down to the hips.
    Freya remembered how it looked on her when she'd tried it on at the store. It'd been expensive, but it was so worth it.
    Grinning, she set the silver strappy heels she was going to wear on the floor, ready. She checked the time. An hour until he was supposed to pick her up.
    Needless to say, she was excited about tonight. She felt like a four year old on her first trip to Disneyland. She hadn't been able to think of anything else since he'd asked her out, the evening after he'd brought the picnic to her office.
    And it wasn't the usual, casual dinner either. He made absolutely certain she understood that this was a real date, so she needed to start anticipating.
    She shook her head. She would have never guessed that she'd be anticipating locking lips with him, that she'd think of him constantly and want him in the most carnal way. That she would have ended up on the floor of her office in a forest of helium-filled palm trees making out with him.
    That picnic the loveliest thing anyone had ever done for her.
    He was so attentive to her. He brought her Teuscher ginger, and she couldn't even remember when she'd told him about her affinity for it. Like the champagne, it went straight to her head.
    Sunday evening, something had shifted in their relationship. Of course it was going to, when she'd asked him to help her recover her muse, but this was more. A whole other level, one where the stakes were higher. She didn't know