for you by the end of the day.”
I nod. “Lead the way.”
I follow Olive outside and am thankful that she parked against the curb even though I’m sure it is breaking the rules. You aren’t supposed to park your car against the curb.
A security officer is standing outside of Olive’s Mercedes.
“Is this your car, miss? It’s a no parking zone,” the security officer says.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I’ll move it right now,” Olive says, climbing into the driver’s seat.
The officer gives her a stern look but then nods. I toss my carry-on into the backseat and then climb in the front seat, next to Olive. She immediately pulls out and begins driving.
I glance around the interior of her car. It’s nice, really nice. “Your car is nice. Jamie must pay you well for you to afford something this nice.”
Olive blushes. “It’s not my car. It’s Jamie’s. She gave it to me to come pick you up since I don’t own a car.”
I look around now, more amazed with Jamie. She’s doing well for herself if she can afford this.
“So, what do you do for Jamie?”
“I’m her assistant,” Olive answers.
I nod. It makes sense, although I’m not sure Olive is doing the best job she could as an assistant. Maybe that’s what Jamie needs me to do. Prune the employees who aren’t doing so well to help her continue to grow.
Olive surprises me with how she manages Chicago traffic for someone who doesn’t own a car. She drives efficiently and safely but quickly gets us to the office.
“Thanks for picking me up, Olive,” I say as I climb out of the car.
“Of course, Sean—I’m sorry. I mean—”
“Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind if you call me Sean.”
She smiles and then leads me into the office building. Then, we ride up in the elevator to the floor that Parks Real Estate occupies.
We climb out, and to my surprise, it seems like the whole team has gathered to welcome me to the building. There are about fifty people gathered with all their eyes focused on me and Olive. I glance over at Olive, who also seems surprised at the gathering.
Olive begins speaking before I have a chance to, “This is Sean—uh, Mr. Sturrows.”
She bites her lip when she realizes she said the wrong last name and begins to open her mouth to, I assume, correct herself, but I cut her off.
“I’m Sean Burrows. I’m excited to work with all of you for as long as you and Jamie will have me. I’ve heard wonderful things about all of you. As for my stained shirt, I’ve heard that’s what happens when you work in real estate and when you have an assistant like Olive pick you up,” I joke.
The room chuckles and laughs, obviously used to Olive doing things like spilling coffee on a regular basis, but when I glance over at Olive, I immediately regret my joke. I expected her to look embarrassed or maybe a little upset with my joke. But she doesn’t look embarrassed. She looks downright angry.
“I’m so happy you could make it,” Jamie says, softly kissing me on the cheek.
“I’m happy to be here. I would do anything for you.”
She smiles, and I have a chance to study Jamie. She looks different. Her cheeks look the slightest bit fuller. In fact, her whole body looks slightly fuller. Not in a bad way, but in a perfect way. Her skin seems to be glowing, and her long blonde hair is shinier than I’ve ever seen it.
I realize immediately why she brought me here, and it’s not because she wanted another date or a one-night hook-up or anything to do with me other than she trusts me.
“You’re pregnant,” I whisper in her ear.
Jamie blushes, and I know it’s true.
“Have Olive take your clothes to the dry cleaners and get changed. We have a lot to discuss.”
Jamie heads to her office, and I can’t help but stare at her gorgeous ass as she walks.
“Come on, Romeo. I’ll show you to the restroom, so you can get changed, and I can get your clothes to the dry cleaners. Although no one believes it, I do have more important things to do with my day,” Olive says, walking toward the restroom.
I follow her. “Is it that obvious that I like Jamie?”
She shakes her head. “You are unbelievable. How about an I’m sorry?”
“Why would I say sorry?”
“Because you said something hurtful at my expense.”
“It was a joke. It wasn’t hurtful. It was