Miranda massaged her temples, staring at the financial reports spread across her desk. After hours of analyzing numbers, everything was becoming a blur. Three months into her role as CEO of Holden Industries, she was finally settling into the rhythm, but days like this still tested her limits.
Her phone vibrated with a message from Nolan:
Dinner tonight at 8. Don't be late. I have news.
A smile touched her lips as she replied: Intriguing. Should I be worried?
His response came immediately: Only if you're worried about how much I'm going to make you enjoy yourself afterward.
Warmth crept up her neck, her cheeks flushing at his suggestive message. Three months of marriage, and Nolan Shelton still had the uncanny ability to make her blush with just a few words.
Grinning, she typed back: Promises, promises.
