Travis attacked his workload for the remainder of the day with a ruthless, singular focus, determined to clear every administrative hurdle to guarantee his Saturday belonged entirely to her. Every time he finalized a dense legal file or cleared an executive contract, his hand would instantly drift to his phone, firing off a quick, unprompted update to keep her anchored to his day.
Jillyanna didn't mind the steady rhythm of his notifications; truth be told, her own creative schedule left her with quiet pockets of downtime. Deep down, a cynical part of her remained entirely detached, harboring the comfortable assumption that a man like Travis would inevitably find her quiet and boring sooner rather than later. Because she expected the flame to fizzle out, she wasn't the least bit worried.
Ding! Her phone chimed against the desk, illuminating the dark room.
I MANAGED TO CLEAR MY ENTIRE DESK FOR THE WEEKEND. WOULD YOU LIKE TO GET DINNER TONIGHT?
