Chapter 46

Sienna yawned as she walked down the hallway of Evermark, trying and failing to hide the slight wobble in her step.

Her body was sore in places she didn't even know could ache. Her legs still felt like jelly, her hips throbbed from overuse, and there was a faint tenderness everywhere he'd touched her—meaning, well, everywhere.

But somehow, despite the exhaustion, she was glowing.

Because the entire weekend had been a haze of sin. Tangled sheets. Whispered words that made her heart ache and her body melt. Moaning in every room—on every surface, in some places twice. They hadn't left her apartment once. Not because they weren't allowed, but because neither of them could stand to be apart for more than five minutes.

She hadn't even realized how many hours had passed. They ordered food once, only to forget it on the counter. Sleep had been traded for slow kisses and aching, desperate pulls toward each other that didn't stop until sunrise.

And now—on Monday morning—her body was wrecked, but her heart? Soaring.

The elevator dinged open, and she stepped into the office lobby, a content hum in her chest.

The familiar sounds of typing and clicking greeted her, but the second she passed the front desk, something else caught her attention. A delivery man in a navy jacket and cap stepped through the glass doors behind her, arms full of a massive bouquet of blood-red roses wrapped in black silk ribbon.

"Delivery for... 'my girlfriend,'" he said with a grin, voice echoing just enough to catch the attention of the entire office floor.

Sienna froze.

Her heart stuttered, and her cheeks burned bright. "Oh my god," she whispered, instinctively reaching for the bouquet. The scent hit her instantly—sweet, romantic, over-the-top—and very Cassian.

As she took the arrangement, she heard it.

Chairs creaking. Phones being lowered. Snickers. Whispers. Someone whistled low.

A few voices broke into playful cheers—nothing official, more like spontaneous bursts of teasing from the nearby desks.

"Our girl finally got the man!" someone laughed.

"About time!" another chimed in, followed by scattered claps and whooping laughter that echoed through the floor.

"Damn, he's not subtle," Letty muttered from behind her screen.

"Tell him to get in line," someone else teased. "That man's obsessed."

Sienna didn't reply. She simply buried her face in the roses, trying not to smile too hard. But the moment she walked into Cassian's office, all attempts at modesty flew out the window.

He was at his desk, leaning back with that smug, annoyingly hot look he always wore when he knew he'd done something good.

"Hey," he said casually, eyes dragging over her face like he hadn't seen her in years instead of just that morning.

Sienna dropped the bouquet on his desk and kissed him—hard.

He kissed her back with just as much heat, one hand already rising to her waist, fingers brushing her blazer open.

"Girlfriend?" she whispered against his lips.

"Too soon?"

She smiled. "Nope."

They kissed again, slower this time. The kind that left no doubt in either of their minds that what had happened over the weekend wasn't just sex. It was something deeper. Something real.

Until a sharp knock shattered the moment.

Cassian groaned. "Don't—"

Luis pushed open the door.

And stopped.

He took in the scene—the rumpled bouquet, Sienna flushed and breathless, Cassian looking more like a man who'd spent the morning not working—and raised one unimpressed brow.

"I was going to ask if you two forgot anything," he said slowly, arms crossing. "But clearly, you've been... occupied."

Sienna cleared her throat, stepping back and smoothing down her hair.

Cassian didn't bother pretending. "Morning, Luis."

Luis looked between them. "Your trip to China? Ring any bells?"

Sienna blinked. "Wait, that's this week?"

Luis gave her a look. "You're the one who scheduled the investor briefings. Forty-eight hours from now. Shanghai office. You sent out the itinerary yourself."

Cassian sat forward. "Is everything ready?"

"Locked, printed, double-checked. We meet with the investors Thursday morning. The New York project depends on this partnership."

Cassian nodded, already reaching for his phone. Then he looked up at Sienna.

"I need you to come with me."

She blinked, startled. "To China?"

He shrugged. "You prepped the presentations, negotiated with the liaisons, and know the specs better than anyone. I'm not doing it without you."

Luis gave Cassian a dry look. "This is a billion-dollar negotiation, not a honeymoon."

Cassian grinned. "Can't it be both?"

Sienna flushed again.

But deep in her chest, something warm unfolded. Because this wasn't just about a business trip.

This was him saying you're my partner.

And for the first time in a long time, she didn't feel like the assistant.

She felt like the future.

Luis scoffed dramatically, arms still crossed. "You're leaving me here in charge? No way. This place will go down in two days."

Cassian stood and clapped a hand on Luis's shoulder. "You can do it. I believe in you."

Before Luis could respond, Cassian pulled Sienna into a side hug, brushing a kiss against her temple. She flushed instantly, trying to wriggle free.

"Cassian," she hissed, elbowing him lightly. "Not in front of Luis."

Luis raised a brow. "You two know this is a workplace, right?"

Cassian didn't flinch. "She started it." Sienna pinched his side. Knowing he is talking about those hand sessions.

"You know this is against policies right?" Luis said in a serious tone.

Sienna paused and looked at him. "Seriously, Luis, what policies?"

Luis smirked. "Luis Policies. Strictly against leaving single men in the office with this much romantic tension."

Cassian and Sienna both laughed, and she gave him a playful shove.

"Fine," she said, cheeks still pink. "We'll get everything ready by the end of the day."

Cassian nodded. "You've got this."