“Mr. Barfield, Trenton LeDoux is here to see you,” my assistant announced over the speakerphone.
“Thank you, Sullivan. Please send him in.”
It was Wednesday, and Trenton had texted me this morning to see if I could do lunch. Naturally, I’d said yes and cleared my calendar. Soon, I heard a knock on the door.
“Come in, Trenton,” I called out.
When he entered, I smiled. He looked adorable in his short-sleeved green shirt and khaki cargo pants. His bright hair was pulled back in a low ponytail on his neck. I got up to greet him with a quick kiss while removing the elastic band that kept the locks in place. I preferred it loose right then.
“No jeans today?” I teased as I moved to sit on the edge of my desk and kept him in my arms. He felt so good against me.
“I thought I’d try to fit in a
