Chapter 56

Marc groaned softly as he stretched. He’d hit a wall with how much he wanted to process and had stood up to walk his office, checking in on the various projects that his team was working on, before checking in with Jillian at the front. His secretary had let him know exactly how pushy Barisha had been and thanked him again for bringing lunch back for her from Canoe. He’d made a note to actually take her over there sometime in the next week - he asked a lot of her, and she was exactly as good as he’d told Sinead.

She was also a fun conversationalist, and despite what he’d told Sinead he would have been sorely tempted to test things out with Jillian if she wasn’t a lesbian and in a relationship.

Still, even after getting back to his office, he felt distracted. There were no fires to put out, at least not by him, and there were no looming deadlines. He ran a tight department and the Executive Suite for the company had learned not to try to lean on him.

Sitting back down after stretching, Marc looked at his computer and grimaced. Then he sighed. He could dive into the next official project and wow his subordinates by accomplishing half of it before they ever got a chance to glance at it, or he could work on the Barisha stuff for Sinead.

Or he could take a little time for himself.

Clearing his work programs, Marc smiled to himself as he went online and began searching and making some orders. First were flowers for Felicity - a delivery to her office at the University, with a rush premium, would reach her before she left for the day. Then another delivery to Sinead’s apartment building. They got different arrangements, Marc wasn’t enough of a bastard to order them the same thing. Felicity got an arrangement of amaryllis, calla lily and white jasmine, representing pride, beauty and sweet love. Sinead got morning glories and irises for affection, trust and hope. Then he switched to his phone, ordering a new set of lingerie for both women as well, and he smirked as he added a third set to the cart as he found a set he knew Astrid would appreciate.

Then, once his credit card had a new balance, he decided he wasn’t done and he made a call.

“Bonjour, dear,” Felicity answered her phone. She wouldn’t have gotten the flower delivery yet, and it gave Marc a smile to know she’d be surprised after the call.

“Bonjour, ma petite fée,” Marc said. “Your accent was excellent that time.”

“I’ve been practising,” Felicity said, her voice warm over the call. “DuoLingo.”

“J’apprécie tes efforts. I was wondering if you would like to come over tonight?”