Eleanor's POV.
“Eleanor Hart, I'm here to see Noah Baldwin," I say, professionally addressing the receptionist, who is too brightly lit by the overhead lights.
“He's been expecting you, Miss Hart. You can head to the sixth floor." She smiles widely at me.
I feel lighter than a feather after leaving the car, knowing full well that Paul watched me walk in. I bet my last dollar that Paul is still sitting in the car, his trained eagle eyes watching, waiting. He was probably debating how long he would stay until he considered it safe enough to leave.
I knew that, even though he had tasks that needed his attention, he most likely - like me - wouldn't be able to fully concentrate. Counting down the hours until he picked me up for dinner.
I was proud of myself for speaking my honest feeli
