Chapter 56

Sienna and Cassian stepped into the Evermark office together the next morning, both in unnaturally good moods.

Which, of course, meant everyone noticed.

"Oh look," Letty said with a smirk. "The lovebirds are synchronized now."

Jasmine waggled her brows as they passed. "Bet that commute was... eventful."

Mark muttered from his desk, barely looking up, "Are they living together now or what?"

Sienna blinked, caught off guard. "What? No—we just, uh, met in the garage this morning."

Nobody looked convinced.

Letty snorted. "Sure. With matching glow and synchronized entrances?"

Sienna groaned, already flustered. "You're all impossible."

Cassian just chuckling beside her.

When Sienna reached her desk, she froze.

A new bouquet sat waiting—elegant, lush, and unmistakably from him.

She turned to him, incredulous. "Where did you even have the time to order these?"

Cassian leaned in, looking infuriatingly proud of himself. "That was the first thing that came to my mind when I woke up."

Her mind flashed back to just hours earlier—Cassian's warm hands sliding beneath her shirt before dawn, the way he'd kissed her shoulder, whispered something sinful against her neck, and pulled her half-asleep body into his. It had been slow, sleepy, but intense. She was still sore in the best way.

She narrowed her eyes at him, the corner of her mouth twitching. "Not sex?"

He smirked. "That too."

Laughing, she grabbed his tie and tugged him down for a quick kiss.

"Oh my god, please, get a room," Cindy groaned walking from across the room. "Some of us are trying to hold on to the illusion of workplace professionalism."

Cassian chuckled and backed away, hands up in surrender. "Fine, fine. I'm going."

He headed to his office, and Sienna finally sat down, still grinning like a fool.

She looked at the flowers again and felt it bloom—warmth, affection, happiness.

Whatever this was between them, it was good.

And she felt even better.

—

That night, they dressed up and went out for dinner—one of those no-phones, two-glasses-of-wine, dressed-to-kill kind of evenings. Cassian had made a reservation at a rooftop restaurant with skyline views and candlelit tables, the kind of place that made everyone look just a little more in love.

Sienna wore a satin slip dress that made his jaw visibly drop when she stepped out of the bedroom.

"You're going to get us kicked out," he muttered with a grin, slipping his hand around her waist the moment she was close enough.

Dinner was easy, light, filled with quiet laughter, shared bites, and the kind of flirting that buzzed under the surface like electricity. Cassian kept brushing her hand with his fingers between courses, stealing kisses when no one was looking—or sometimes when they were.

But he had one more surprise.

When they exited the restaurant, a sleek black car was already waiting. He didn't say a word, just held the door open and let her slide in. Twenty minutes later, they were standing on a helipad with the New York skyline behind them and the roar of blades slicing the air above.

Sienna looked at him in disbelief. "You did not."

He grinned. "Come on. Let's go fly."

Sienna hesitated for just a moment, glancing at the helicopter and the open skyline behind it. "What if I was scared of heights?"

Cassian turned to her, stepping in close. He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

"I know you," he murmured. "I know enough to be sure you'd love this."

She smiled up at him, cheeks warm, heart full. She felt so seen—so known.

And then she kissed him.

The helicopter tour was breathtaking—golden lights stretching like veins through the city, bridges glowing, Central Park a dark patch of calm. Inside the cabin, she held his hand tight, their headsets the only thing muting how loud her heart was pounding.

Cassian looked at her differently up there—like he was seeing everything he ever wanted in one view. His hand rested on her thigh. His smile was soft.

Through the headset, he leaned closer and asked playfully, "Are you scared?"

Sienna whipped her head toward him, shouting, "NOOOOO!"

Cassian burst into laughter, tapping the side of his headset and pointing to hers. "Babe, the mic's on. Everyone heard that."

Her eyes widened and she immediately blushed, tugging the headset down slightly and muttering a sheepish, "Nooo…" in a much softer voice.

He grinned and wiggled his fingers toward her. "You can borrow my hands."

She snorted, then punched him lightly in the arm, but her heart was soaring.

When they landed, she was quiet. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.

"You okay?" he asked.

Sienna hesitated, then glanced up at him, her eyes softer than usual. "I'm scared."

Cassian tensed slightly. "Of the flight?"

She shook her head. "No. Of how good this feels. Of how easy we are. How in love I am."

His expression changed completely. He leaned in closer, brushing a thumb gently across her cheek. "Let it," he said. "I want you obsessed and crazy about me. Because that's exactly how I feel about you."

She smiled, tears just barely glossing her eyes, and kissed him—long, slow, and so full of feeling it made her knees weak.