Monday morning came too damn fast.
Savannah groaned as her alarm rang, dragging herself out of bed. The weekend felt like a dream. His hands on her waist, his mouth on hers ... But as she shuffled into the bathroom, reality settled in.
The business world didn't care about fantasies. Red Muse needed it's queen.
She took a shower, the smell of her vanilla wash reminded her of the way Cassian inhaled her on Saturday night. A shiver ran down her spine at the memory.
"Focus Savannah." She said, rinsing off.
In the kitchen, she kept breakfast simple. She ate slowly, flipping through a daily devotional, taking a few moments to meditate.
By 7:45am, she was dressed and ready to slay the day. She wore a fitted cream blouse with gold buttons and a high waisted pencil skirt, a slim belt and a pair of nude louboutins, adding just enough height to command a room.
She smirked at her reflection. "CEO shit only!"
Grabbing her black tote, she headed out. The city was already humming with life as she slid behind the wheel of her Mercedes coupe. The drive to work was smooth. As she cruised down the Boulevard, she let herself get lost in the thoughts of Cassian. She blushed, biting her lip. She hadn't felt this kind of thrill in so long.
But then, the unanswered questions crept back in like a dark cloud.
His private Instagram, the fact he hadn't accepted her follow request yet. What the hell was that about?
"Maybe today, I get my answers." She said, puling into the underground garage of her company building.
She walked into the building and her employees greeted her with respectful nods and polite good mornings. She returned them with warm smiles but kept on moving.
In her office, she set down her bag and made herself a strong black coffee. Stacks of documents awaited her review and she instantly got to work.
Meetings followed. First , with the design team discussing upcoming collections, then finance, reviewing numbers and brainstorming new revenue streams. She commended them for their dedication.
"You've all kicked ass this quarter. Let's keep that momentum! We're not just making clothes, we're setting the bar." Savannah said.
The team left the conference room energized and she returned to her office, finally allowing herself a breather.
Gina, her assistant, came in with a bright smile, holding a tablet.
"Savannah, I thought you'd like to see last week's sales figures."
She took the device, scanning the data and the numbers were impressive.
"Damn Gina, this is fantastic!"
Gina beamed. "Thank you. The marketing push really paid off!"
"You're killing it! Keep this up and I'll owe you a vacation to somewhere riduculous." They both laughed and Gina left.
An idea struck her. An impulsive idea, but fuck it. She was going to see Cassian at his office. She grabbed her phone, heart racing and she dialed his number.
Cassian answered after two rings.
"Savannah, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I was thinking... it's Monday, it's dreary and I need something exciting to look at. Thought I drop by your office. "
There was a pause, then a low chuckle. "Is that right?"
"Unless you're too busy being a mystery man."
"Never too busy for you. Come by. Just tell at the front desk." He said.
"On my way."
She drove to his building. Inside, the lobby was all chrome and marble. She approached the front desk where two receptionists sat behind a massive counter.
"HI, im here to see Cassian Virelli." She said, offering a polite smile.
The receptionists exchanged looks and one of them said, "I'm sorry ma'am. Mr Virelli doesn't see visitors without an appointment."
Her brows rose. Really? She pulled out her phone dialing Cassian. He answered instantly.
"Everything okay?"
"I'm at your front desk. They're telling me I need an appointment."
"Stay right there."
Moments later, the elevator dinged and Cassian stepped out, looking powerful in a navy suit. He approached the desk.
"Savannah Quinn." He said, his arm sliding around her waist. "CEO of Red Muse Group. Close friend of mine. Anytime she comes in, she's to be brought up immediately! Clear?"
The receptionists nodded, flustered. "Yes of course, Mr Virelli. We apologize, Ms Quinn."
Savannah gave a forgiving smile. "It's fine."
Cassian guided her to the elevator. "Sorry about that sweetheart. Let's go."
His office was massive, floor to ceiling windows, modern and a view of the whole city."
"Impressive." Savannah said, taking it all in.
"Glad you like it." He gestured to a low table.
"Champagne?"
"Why not?"
He poured them each a glass, handing one to her. They shared a toast.
"To unexpected visits." He said.
She smirked. "To keeping things interesting." They sipped, sitting on the leather sofa.
"So," Cassian said, resting his arm along the back of the couch. "How's your Monday been?"
"Busy, meetings, telling my team how badass they are." She crossed her legs, giving him a teasing look. "Yours?"
"Endless calls, Investors and developers, club managers. But you showing up? Highlight of my day."
She blushed, but she couldn't resist the questions anymore.
"Cassian." She said, swirling the last of her champagne. "Why is your Instagram private?"
His smile flickered, just for a second. "I don't really put my personal life out there. Don't post, barely on the app."
She arched a brow.
"I followed you, you didn't accept." He leaned closer, his gaze warm but unreadable.
"Savannah there's literally nothing there. Just my face on the profile pic. No posts, why bother?"
"Because I want to follow you. That reason enough?"
His eyes softened. "Alright, give me a sec."
He pulled out his phone, tapped for a moment, then showed her.
"Accepted. Happy?"
She grinned. "Very. But why have an account if you don't use it?"
Cassian shrugged, amused.
"Everyone was making one back then and I didn't want to be left out and now, I forget it exits half the time."
She laughed. "You're ridiculous."
Their laughter faded into a comfortable silence. Then she asked her next question.
"What really happened the other night when you left so suddenly?"
Cassians expression shuttered, just a little.
"Something came up, it's handled. Nothing for you to worry about." He took her hand and kissed it softly. "I promise."
His touch melted some of her doubt, not all, but she let it go... for now...
It was getting late. Savannah rose, smoothing her skirt.
"I should head home. Early morning tomorrow."
Cassian walked her to the elevator, pausing to hand her the half-full champagne bottle.
"Take this, a little gift. I can get more, hell, I can get a thousand more."
She laughed, tucking it into her bag. "Thank you, Mr Virelli."
He hugged her tight, his lips near her ear.
"You have no idea how hard it is not to pull you back into my office and do things that'd make you blush."
Savannah shivered, her body responding instantly.
"I'm feeling the same."
Their eyes locked. "See you soon?" He asked, voice low.
"Count on it." She whispered, stepping into the elevator as it closed.