hopeful expression turned sheepish. “I—”
She threw up her hand, palm facing Richard. “Don’t answer. It was a rhetorical question. You can’t keep waiting until the last minute. I know you’re a brilliant attorney, which I hope to aspire to one day. But in the meantime I have a life, which begins promptly at 5:01 p.m.” Her right brow rose to emphasize her point.
Richard took the well-deserved tongue lashing. They’d had this conversation at least once every couple of months for the past five years that they’d worked together. Savannah would chew him out, he took it and eventually she would help him out.
Any other time her “Richard traumas,” which she’d dubbed these episodes, wouldn’t be more than a minor annoyance, but today was different. However, she also knew that no matter what, Richard never asked her to do anything if he didn’t really need her help—which was a lot.
Savannah blew out a breath. It was going to be a long night, but she could swing it.
“Fine,” she conceded as they both knew she would. “But I’m warning you, I’m leaving at 7:00 p.m. sharp. And if you’re not done then you explain to your client why he’s going to jail.”
Richard grinned, the dimple in his left cheek flashing. “Fair enough.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You’re the best.”
“I know,” she grumbled, and reached for the ringing phone while waving Richard away.
“Billings and Tate…”
“Hey, baby.”
Savannah’s insides did a slow sensuous dance. Her eyes darkened and a warm smile moved languidly across her mouth.
“Hey, baby, yourself.” She cuddled the phone close to her. “How’s everything?”
“Busy as usual,” Blake said with a light chuckle.
Savannah and Blake had been married for six years. Most people thought they were still newlyweds. Savannah adored her husband. He was the man she’d dreamed about since she was a little girl and when they met at an out of the way lounge in the West Village she knew that dreams did come true.
The attraction between them from the very first night was comparable to what authors who write romance novels call “hot and instantaneous.” Blake wasn’t just good-looking—Blake Fields was f-i-n-e, with a capital F. It always amazed her that she was the one who landed him. She knew she was no showstopper. Actually she was quite ordinary looking and had to watch her weight with the diligence of a priest trying to save souls—it was an unending job. But she cleaned up well, as she would tell herself when she looked in the mirror. She knew all the makeup tricks and what clothes complemented her solid frame. More often than not, many people mistook her for Nia Long. Not to mention that Savannah could make Blake Fields see heaven when they made love.
“Busy is good,” she said in response to his statement.
“I think I’m going to have some exciting news to share but I don’t want to be premature.”
Savannah grew jumpy with excitement. “You know I hate secrets,” she pleaded, although she kept plenty herself. “Can’t you at least give me a hint?”
“Okay, you beat it out of me.” He cleared his throat. “Remember I told you about the housing-complex deal that was on the table?”
“Yes.” Her pulse kicked up a notch and she held her breath. The housing complex would revitalize downtown Brooklyn and was touted to be the biggest single development in decades in the area.
“W-ell…” He drew out the word.
“Come on Blake,” Savannah begged.
“We won the bid and they love my design.”
“Blake!” she squealed, and jumped up from her seat. “Oh, my goodness, that’s incredible. I knew you could do it, baby.”
Blake laughed deep in his throat. “I am sailing! This is major. This project is so high profile. I’m going to be on the map for good.”
“I’m so proud of you,” she said, breaking down each word.
“This calls for a celebration. I thought we could go out tonight.”
The wheels of elation came to a grinding halt.
“Tonight?” she croaked.
“Yeah.” He paused. “Oh, you have that thing tonight.”
She heard the disappointment in his voice. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think. There was no getting around missing the meeting at TLC, not to mention the extra time she would have to spend at work.
“Look, I’ll be finished by nine, nine-thirty. It’s Friday. Let’s go for a late dinner and spend the day in bed tomorrow.”
“Hmm, I like the sound of that already,” he said, perking right up. “I’ll make reservations at The Cabaret and I’ll leave tomorrow in your very capable hands.”
“Perfect,” she purred into the phone. “I’ll meet you at the restaurant no later than ten.”
“Can’t wait. I’ve been aching for you all day,” Blake said, his voice growing thick.
Savannah squirmed in her seat and licked her lips. “I’ll make it worth your while,” she cooed.
“I intend to hold you to that. See you tonight.”
“Love you,” she whispered.
“Love you right back.”
Slowly Savannah hung up the phone. Well, she certainly had her day cut out for her.
Chapter 2
B lake hung up the phone just as his assistant Jasmine poked her head in the partially open door.
“Blake, they’re waiting for you in the conference room.”
“Thanks, J. I’ll be right there.” He took his jacket from the back of his chair and put it on as he walked out. Jasmine handed him a manila folder as he passed her desk.
This meeting would be brief, Blake mused as he continued down the short hallway. Tristan Montgomery said she wanted to confirm some dates. That was something that could have easily been taken care of on the phone, but Ms. Montgomery never missed an opportunity to visit his office under one pretext or another.
“Sorry for the wait,” he said, opening the door and stepping right inside. He shook hands with Tristan and then her latest assistant. As usual Tristan was dressed to exploit all of her attributes. Today it was a burnt orange number that dipped a little too low for nine to five.
“Not a problem,” Tristan said. “Jasmine made us very comfortable.” She let her eyes wander up and down his body.
Blake cleared his throat and smoothed down his tie as he sat. “So what do you need clarified, Ms. Montgomery?”
She
