Page 200 of Savage Suit

Chapter Thirty-Nine

“Remind me to run to the pharmacy tomorrow.” Kicking my shoes off, I shut the entrance door to Noah’s penthouse. I’d had such a lovely time with Soraya and couldn’t wait for our next spa day. I wanted her to meet Quinn and would invite her whenever Soraya and I went out again.

Stress was giving me hallucinations, because I swore a funny look had crossed Soraya’s face at the mention of my sister. She’d changed the subject and I’d let it go. Once we went our separate ways, I stopped in at the office, though I’d stayed only a couple hours before calling it a day.

Happy to be home, I breathed in deeply.

Imagining I smelledLa Nostalgiereminded me of my dedication to the parfum’s success and Noah’s determination to honor his mother. I set my purse on the table in the entry hall, disappointed Noah wasn’t waiting for me as usual. A good thing, perhaps, amid a breakdown from overworking. The scent grew stronger, though I hadn’t touched the fragrance today, although I would continue to live and breathe it for a few more weeks. Unfortunately, that also included another press conference. The purpose of putting myself in front of the media again was to discussLa Nostalgie.

Advertisements forLa Nostalgieblitzed all channels, especially social media. Samples were already available. Pre-orders on the dedicated website and through the House of Amage exceeded expectations, driven by excellent early reviews from beauty influencers and perfume review sites. I’d curated a list to send promotional material and mini bottles. Consumer samples were hard to find, not by design but demand. The website and the story behind the perfume went live last night. From my allotted budget, I’d also hired a production team to film a short, twenty-minute documentary about Réjane Keegan.

Perfectby Ed Sheeran suddenly piping through hidden speakers caught my attention. Any moment I expected Noah to appear, take me in his arms and dance to a song he swore had been made for me.

“Noah?”

No answer. I picked up my pumps and set them next to my purse, then walked out of the foyer.

A scene from a romance novel greeted me, snatching away all other thoughts. The living room had been turned into a bouquet of roses in shades of purple and pink. Everywhere I looked, beautiful flowers met my astonished gaze. Rose petals, framed by a row of candles on each side, carpeted the hallway floor.

Speechless, I followed the trail of rose petals that lead to the staircase. There were more on the stairs, but before I could go up, Noah walked out of the library, grabbed my hand, and led me down the hall to the kitchen. On the island, champagne rested in a silver bucket, with a heart-shaped chocolate cake next to it.

Grinning at me, he grabbed two oven mitts and went to the oven, removing a pan and setting it on the stove top. The aroma was delicious and familiar. My mouth watered.

“What’s all this?” I questioned, closing the distance between us.

Taking me into his arms, he kissed me. “Just a little something,” he murmured.

“How detailed.” I pushed away hair that flopped into his eyes. He needed a haircut. “What’d you cook?”

He released me and gave me a smile. “I didn’t cook anything. Quinn got your grandmother’s shepherd’s pie recipe. She and Logan came over and made it.”

That explained the smell. Oh mercy, what a mighty fine man I had. “Logan admires you a lot.”

“He’s a good guy.”

“Yeah, he—”

Another kiss interrupted me. “I have a surprise for you in the bedroom,” he said a moment later.

“What is it?” I glanced around, searching for clues as to what it possibly could be that would warrant all of this.

The contract! KMG had won the Amage contract. I’d been so bummed out when the entire day passed without any news.

Frowning, I took in everything again. A business deal wouldn’t warrant rose petals and heart-shaped cakes, would it? There was only one other possibility.

No! The idea of Noah popping the question was so ludicrous, I immediately pushed it aside.

“I’m searching for clues,” I admitted. “Every idea I have I dismiss. So, tell me.” I turned puppy dog eyes on him.

He tsked. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

Snuggling close to him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head against his chest. “Please let me see it now?” I teased, guessing his gift should’ve been the night’s finale not the beginning.

“After dinner,” he said, just as I predicted, guiding me to the table in the dining room.

“I’m so fucking stuffed,” I groaned, pushing the empty plate away from me.

After he and I devoured the pie, we washed it down with a glass of wine, before enjoying some of the chocolate cake and a little more wine. Though I didn’t consider myself a light weight, I rarely drank alcohol, so the two glasses I’d downed had me tipsy. If he offered another serving, I’d decline. I had to save some sobriety for the champagne.