Olivia

As the workday wrapped up, I felt a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment. The Thompson team had dispersed with their assignments, and my inbox was finally under control. I was just shutting down my computer when Alexander appeared in my doorway, his suit jacket draped over one arm and sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms.

"Ready to go car shopping, Mrs. Carter?" He leaned against the doorframe, a playful smile on his lips.

"Do I have a choice?" ...