Two months later….

Tenor walked into my office with that look on his face. The one that said he wanted to do naughty things to me. Normally, I’d be down for anything he wanted, but not today, definitely not right now.

“Mia,” he said, coming around the desk to me. “I have an idea.”

I crossed my legs. “The last idea you had involved me naked against that glass window over there and almost got us slapped with an indecency charge.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “That was one of my better ideas, but you’ll be pleased to know this idea has nothing to do with getting you naked. At least not until we get home.”

‘Home’ for now was his massive townhouse in the city I’d recently moved into. We planned to get a place together, but hadn’t got around to actually looking yet. For the moment, we were simply enjoying getting to know each other’s quirks. The kind you only find out about after living together.

“I’m up to renegotiate clothing once we’re home,” I said. I loved living and working together. We really did fit together well. “What’s your idea about then?”

“Are you still working on finding a date for that Italian gentleman moving to the States?”

“Yes,” I replied, interested in where he was going.

Since my return to Bachelor International as a partner, we’d divided the day-to-day operations. I ran the Boston location, while Tenor managed the newly developed affiliate locations. We ran the international division together.

“Wren spent some time in Italy, didn’t she?” he asked.

I templed my fingers. “Yes.”

“Why don’t we have her meet him for dinner that Saturday he’s wanting a date for?”

Tenor didn’t know about her history in Italy and I didn’t feel as if it was my story to tell, so I only nodded and told him I’d think about it.

“I’m surprised you didn’t think of her yourself,” he said.

“It must have slipped my mind, you know, with all these ideas you keep having.” I moved my chair closer to where he sat and brushed his thigh with my fingers.

He closed his eyes and hissed as I inched them higher. “Fuck, Mia. I’m trying really hard to wait until we get home.”

I sat back and moved my hand. I’d just told him no and it wasn’t nice to tease. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“No worries.” He stood up and leaned over to give me a kiss, but I saw him eye the papers on my desk. “You’ve been talking with Piers?” he asked, showing he did care about the man, no matter what he might say.

Surprisingly enough, Piers was the one thing we still argued about. Though not over what anyone might guess about. I wanted Tenor to rehire him, and he didn’t. We finally compromised by agreeing that if Piers could find out what was going on with Benjamin Douglas and put a—legal—stop to him, he could return to his old position.

“Yes,” I said. “Unfortunately, he’s run into another dead end.”

“Unfortunate for him maybe. I don’t have a problem with that asshole not working here.”

I laughed and he looked at me sharply. “Sorry,” I said. “I was just thinking about a conversation I had with Wren a few months ago.” Thinking back on those days made me stop and appreciate where I was now. I stood up. “I have an idea.”

Tenor came to his feet beside me. “Does it involve either one of us naked and, or with a window?”

I took his tie and pulled him toward me. “It might.” I gave him a quick kiss. “But you’ll have to take me home first.”

His took me in his arms. “God, I love you, woman.”

“I love you, too. Now let’s get out of here.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice.