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my panties.
    I selected a single rose and brought it to my nostrils and inhaled deeply from the sweet scent. When I opened the card there was just three words written inside:
    FOR MY GIRL!
    It was unsigned, but I knew it came from him.
    A knock on my door startled me. When I looked up I found Ms. Phillips watching me.
    “Roses, they’re beautiful. Who are they from Isabella?” she asked, entering my office.
    Ms. Phillips was always trying to get into my personal business.
    “A friend,” I whispered, and smiled. I slipped the card into the pocket of my suit jacket.
    “He must be special,” she added, her cat eyes watching me. It appeared as if she was studying me.
    “What can I do for you, Ms. Phillips?” I respectfully inquired, changing the direction of our conversation back to business. She didn’t know me like that. I wanted her out of my office so I could text Drake and thank him for the flowers.
    “Peter is out on vacation this week as you well know. I’d like you to cover his accounts. If the clients have questions they will be referred to you, Ms. Ruiz.” She then dropped ten large folders on my desk.
    “Yes, ma’am,” I politely replied, but cursed underneath my breath. Why am I always the one to cover the staff absences? Ms. Phillips just handed me enough work to keep me at my desk well over quitting time, for the rest of the week.
    “I’m sorry if I spoiled your romantic evening, tonight.”
    Ms. Phillips then walked out of my office. I couldn’t miss the smile on her face.
    I groaned.
    What is her problem? Why does she have it in for me?
    She seemed to think she’d ruined my plans for the evening. I had no plans as far as I knew. I hadn’t checked my cell phone for a text from Drake. Often, throughout the day, he would send me text messages: What color panties are you wearing, today? I’m hard as a rock just thinking about the pleasure of being surrounded by your moist heat. Can you meet me? And I would meet him.
    I pulled out my cell and discovered Drake had texted me.
     
    Bella,
    Take off Monday, Valentine’s Day. I have cleared my calendar so that we may have a three-day weekend. Be prepared to be sexed up by your man.
    Drake Steven Hart
     
    This year, Valentine’s Day fell on a Monday. I smiled as I looked forward to the upcoming three-day weekend, with Drake.
    I pray Ms. Phillips doesn’t nix my request for a day off.
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    Friday evening, Drake sent a black stretched limo large enough to accommodate six passengers, to pick me up at the office. I worked my ass off to get Peter’s and my work done that way Ms. Phillips wouldn’t have any excuse to not grant me Valentine’s Day off. At eight o’clock, I finally left the office after an exhausting long week. Although, I was excited to spend the weekend with Drake, I would’ve preferred to sleep alone that night and meet him on Saturday afternoon, but he had other plans.
    Nearly off my feet from exhaustion, my steps were sluggish when I treaded over to the driver.
    “I’ll take that ma’am.”
    “Thank you.” I gave him a grateful smile as he relieved me of my luggage. I knew I had over packed for a three-day weekend, especially when I’d be in bed for most of the time.
    The uniformed chauffeur was dressed in black. The suit looked as if it were glued to his muscular physique. His thick, long black hair was pulled into a neat ponytail, at his nape. It showed off his strong, Native American features, including the brilliancy of his ebony eyes. He was eye candy to look at, but I had only eyes for Drake.
    The chauffeur opened the passenger’s door and I stepped inside. The warmth of the limo immediately hit me in the face. “Soulful Strut,” my favorite song from Grover Washington, Jr., was playing through the speakers. The leather seat was smooth as silk when I sat my tired body down. I immediately relaxed until I spotted Drake seated in the dark, quietly watching me.
    I gasped, and then smiled, delighted to see him there.
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