A Night of Desire

As the thought crossed his mind, he quickly walked over to Clara Grant and exclaimed, "Ma’am, what are you...?"

Clara Grant didn’t miss the look of surprise on Chase Childs’s face. She gave a faint smile and said, "You’re wondering why I’m back, right? I’ve wrapped filming, so I came back early."

Chase Childs nodded. ’It seems Ma’am didn’t tell the CEO she was back. But as for why she’d sneak into the office without telling him... his romantically clueless brain couldn’t wrap itself around it.’

"Well then, Ma’am, let me show you in," Chase Childs said, gesturing toward the CEO’s office.

Clara Grant waved him off. "That’s okay, you go on with your work. I can go in by myself."

Chase Childs nodded again. "Alright then, Ma’am. Please, go ahead."

Clara Grant walked to the door of the CEO’s office, paused for a moment, and then knocked twice.

"Come in." Seth Quinn’s deep voice immediately came from inside.

Clara Grant pushed the door open and walked in. At the far end of the office, Seth Quinn was buried in his work. He didn’t even look up when he heard her enter.

Clara Grant bit her lower lip, suppressing a smile as she tiptoed over, stopping a couple of feet from his desk.

Seth Quinn seemed to sense someone approaching, but he didn’t look up, his eyes still glued to the file in front of him.

Only after he finished the page and went to turn it did he remember that someone had entered but hadn’t said anything.

He looked up, confused, and his eyes fell upon Clara Grant’s face.

He was stunned. Truly and utterly stunned.

’Clara?’

’When we were on the phone just now, wasn’t she still at the film studio? Didn’t she just playfully insist that I had to come pick her up in person tomorrow?’

’So how did she end up in his office, standing right in front of him, just a short while later?’

Seth Quinn even wondered if he was hallucinating. He looked down, then back up. Clara Grant was still standing there, watching him with a wide smile.

Only then did Seth Quinn realize it wasn’t an illusion. It was really Clara!

’Wait a minute. On the phone earlier, she said she had a surprise for me at the end. Don’t tell me this was it?’

It really was one hell of a surprise. He had thought he’d have to wait until tomorrow to see her, yet here she was, standing right in front of him less than half an hour later.

’Heh, this girl... He really... was crazy about her!’

Seth Quinn shot up from his seat, kicking the chair back as he rounded the desk to approach her. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, his movements were still a little rushed.

When he reached her, he opened his arms with a smile and said, "Congrats on wrapping things up. Welcome back, wife!"

He had been calling her "wife" a lot lately, and though Clara Grant was getting used to it, she couldn’t stop her cheeks from flushing.

Though she felt shy, her movements were anything but hesitant. She stepped into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. "I’m back. Aren’t you happy to see me?"

"Of course!" Seth Quinn said, planting a kiss on her forehead and raising an eyebrow.

He paused, then asked, "Where were you when you called earlier?"

Clara Grant giggled. "At Stellan Bay."

"So, you intentionally led me to believe you were still on set?" Seth Quinn asked, his hands clasped around her slender waist as he gazed at her delicate, fair little face.

"That’s right," Clara Grant admitted readily, hooking her arms around his neck. She leaned back slightly, blinking her wide eyes at him.

Seth Quinn didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "So," he asked, "does that mean when you insisted I had to come pick you up in person tomorrow, you were just testing me? To see whether I’d choose you or my work?"