Spill It

Ivy sat at her desk, the soft glow of her computer screen illuminating her face as she typed away at the restaurant report.

The rhythmic clicking of the keyboard echoed in her quiet office, but her mind kept drifting. No matter how much she tried to focus on her work, her thoughts kept circling back to Hunter.

Last night had been magical, and this morning had only made her feelings grow stronger. The way he'd made breakfast, and how gentle he had been with her—it all lingered in her heart like a warm embrace she couldn't shake.

She was grinding from thinking all about it when a sudden knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Come in," she called, straightening in her chair.

Selena, her secretary, stepped inside holding a large bouquet of soft pink roses wrapped in elegant white paper. A small box of what looked like chocolates was nestled against the flowers.