"The fifth floor?"
"Mhmm, yes, it is, dear. The fifth floor. That floor will be our love nest," Sawyer said playfully as he opened the door.
There were stairs leading up.
She stared at them, her heart pounding as she recalled his words word by word: "Our. Love. Nest!"
When she saw him glance at her, she quickly tried to adjust her shy expression and ignored his gaze.
"Abby, when you're working, I'll wait for you in our love nest. So—" His words trailed off when he noticed Abigail blushing.
Abigail lowered her head, avoiding eye contact with him as she continued up the stairs, passing him by.
Sawyer hurried to match her pace, a smile tugging at his lips. He decided to stop teasing her, worried she might sulk.
"Don't you have your own office? Why are you planning to stay in mine during work hours?" she asked, glancing back at him.
Sawyer was taken aback by her question. He hadn't been frank with her about the company he owned.
