Hell on Heels(52)

I turned from side to side in the mirror. “Are you sure it’s not too much?”

The black platformed pumps made my round butt sit perky in a way that I loved, but I was worried the dress was too bold for Beau.

“It’s not too much.”

Kevin and I both swung our heads to the doorway to see Beau leaning against the frame, in a black suit with a grey dress shirt and holding two-dozen white roses.

“Hey.” I smiled.

He walked towards me, pressing a hand to the small of my back, and kissed me.

It didn’t matter Kevin was watching.

It didn’t matter we were in my office.

He just kissed me, sweet and slow, like only Beau could do.

Our lips parted, and he whispered back to me, “Hey yourself.”

I blushed and he stepped back, holding the bouquet out to me. “Is white too boring?”

Bending at the waist and enjoying his game, I smelled them. “White is perfect.”

“Well, hell,” I heard Kevin whine.

Looking around Beau’s shoulder, I scowled at him. “Beau, you remember Kevin.”

He returned his hand to the small of my back and smiled. “Of course. It’s nice to see you, Kevin.”

“You know, I…” Kevin started, and I glared at him. “I was just going.”

“Kevin, wait,” I called, and he stopped. “Could you put these in some water for me?”

“Of course.” He laughed. “You kids have fun now.”

Then he took the flowers from my hands and pranced (yes, pranced) from my office.

“I missed you.” I leaned into his side and breathed him in.

He smelled like fancy fabric softener and cologne I loved.

Beau kissed the top of my head. “I think it’s quite possible I missed you more.”

“How’s your dad doing?” I asked.

I’d learned from our multiple phone calls and text messages that Noah Callaway had survived surgery and was recovering in the comfort of their family home on the North Shore now.

“He’s on the mend.” Beau’s voice grew warm when he spoke.

He loved his father.

I moved from his side and lifted my Calvin Klein jacket from the back of my chair.

“Let me.” Beau took it from me and held it open while I slid my arms in.

“Thank you.” I picked my clutch up off the desk.

“Shall we?” He extended his elbow to me.

I smiled, slipping my arm in. “Please.”

He led me down the hall, but the rest of the staff had already gone home for the evening, and it was just Kevin locking up.

We walked to the elevator and I reached for the down button, but he stopped me.

“We’re going up.” He winked, hitting the arrow.

My brows pulled together and I studied him. “You said we were going to dinner.”

“We are,” he smirked.

I shook my head. “More surprises?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.” He dipped down and kissed my cheek.

Once inside the lift, he pressed the button for the roof and we began to ascend.

“Where are…” I started to ask, but he shook his head.

“Patience, Charleston.”

The doors open and he led me by the hand up the flight of stairs that led to the roof. When he pulled it open, my jaw dropped.

There, on the roof of my office building, was a helicopter.

It was a smaller one, but it was a helicopter no less.

“Beau!” I gaped.

He grinned.

The man loved to spoil me.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He winked and walked me to the doors, where a pilot and Jason stood. “After you.”

Beau helped me into the seat and positioned the earmuffs over my head. “Cute.” He kissed me quickly before getting in the other side.

The pilot got in and, shortly after, the helicopter came to life. I put my hand in Beau’s. “I’ve never been in a helicopter before.” I looked at him, but spoke into the little microphone attached to the earmuffs.

He looked at the pilot. “Shall we take this pretty lady to dinner, Hal?”

The pilot looked over his shoulder and spoke into his mic. “Let’s do it.”

And then we were in the air.

I squealed and laughed like a teenaged girl.

It was unreal.

I watched out the window as we flew over the city lights and out over the water. “That’s Stanley Park!” I pointed excitedly out the window.

Beau smiled and let me enjoy my moment.

We flew over the bridge, and then Beau leaned across my lap and pointed down. “See that light there? Just across from that boat in the water?” I nodded. “That’s my house.”

I delighted. “I love your house.”

“You’ll have to come see it for real sometime.”

I pressed my lips to his.

And we kissed.

We kissed with our eyes closed so tight that I barely noticed when the helicopter landed on the top of Cypress Mountain.

The runs on the ski hill were still lit up for the evening riders.

“We’re here,” he said breathlessly against my lips.

Beau was the closest I’d ever been to a Prince Charming.