Diane's POV
"What's going on?" I asked Joan as we approached the door.
Through the window, I could see our security detail talking to two people—a man in a delivery uniform holding a large paper bag, and a woman carrying what appeared to be a massage table.
"Delivery for Ms. Diane Ashton," the security guard was saying as we opened the door.
The delivery man stepped forward, extending the bag toward me. "From Noah Hemsworth," he said with a professional smile.
My heart fluttered as I accepted the package, feeling something soft and luxurious inside. Attached to the bag was a note in Noah's handwriting:
"Please wear this and look all sexy for me—we are going on a date this evening at 7. Love, Noah"
I felt heat rise in my cheeks as Joan peered over my shoulder to read the note.
"Oh my," she said with a grin. "Someone's being very romantic."
