I stared blankly at the monitor on my desk clicking away through the proposed styles from my designers. All I think about is Caleb's impending return tomorrow. I've only been at work for two hours and it seems like it's already been two days.
"Hanna," Caitlin, my assistant, said knocking on the door.
"Come in," I called to her.
"The models are here," she explained.
"Models?" I was confused. I probably should have taken a look at my schedule this morning.
"You need six new models for the catalog," she explained. "We scheduled the casting for today."
"Oh right," I sighed. "Did you already get test shots."
"Yes," she smiled.
"Are they dressed?" I asked.
"Yupp," she replied.
"Okay," I breathed. "Send them in one at a time."
A minute later a tall and handsome male model with a striking smile walked in wearing slouchy jeans and one of my signature tees.
"Hi," I extended a hand. "I'm Hanna."
"Sam," he said with a hint of a Latin accent. He was starting to remind me of Alex Santiago. "It's a pleasure."
"Great," I got up from behind my desk. "Can I see your walk?"
"Sure," he said. He walked the length of my office and then stood to stand in the middle of the room. This was the first male model I had ever worked with who looked like he could have star appeal.
"Have a seat," I told him ready to snatch this kid out of oblivion. "Tell me, what experience do you have in the modeling world."
"Well," he sighed, "I just got into the city from Buenos Aires. I've done quite a bit of modeling there but not much in the States."
"I really like your look," I told him, "and you have one of the best walks I have ever seen. I'd like to offer you a job in the catalog but I'd also like to see more of you. Are you available for a meeting on Monday?"
"Of course," he said with that sexy accent of his.
"Great," I smiled getting up and shaking his hand again. "Thanks for coming in."
"Can I just say," he said slowly, "this may be out of line but would you like to have dinner tonight?"
"I'm sorry," I said flashing the twenty karat stone on my left hand. "I'm already spoken for."
"Oh," he smirked. "I'm embarrassed."
"Don't be," I assured him. "See you Monday."
"Monday," he reiterated walking out the door.
I took my seat back behind the desk and watched as twenty other models walked through the door. They were all attractive and charismatic with amazing washboard abs but none were as good as Sam. After four hours of watching models come in and out of my office, I was completely exhausted.
"Caitlin!" I buzzed my assistant over the intercom.
"Yeah," she smiled taking a seat across from me.
"Can you order in some lunch?" I asked. "I'm starving."
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I don't care," I sighed. "Pick what you want and just order two of them."
"Suit yourself," she laughed running out of my office.
A half hour later Caitlin and I were eating Chinese takeout out of those white boxes and it tasted amazing! I hadn't eaten something with that much sodium in years.
"How's everything going in the store?" I asked Caitlin in between bites.
"It's been kind of dead all day," she replied. "We've only made about ten drops."
"I have half a mind to close up early," I groaned. "It's like I can already taste the weekend."
"You've worked hard," she said. "If you want to take off early, I can close up and send the girls home."
"I love you for that," I smiled, "but I can't ask you to do that."
"Well," she said picking up all of the empty containers, "I'm going to toss these out and get back to fixing your calendar for the week."
"Thanks," I said turning back to my sketchbook. I finally got a stroke of inspiration and bent over my desk furiously drawing a design. When I was done sketching I sat back and took a look. It was a sparkling silver gown with a sweetheart neckline and a short hemline.
"Hanna," Caitlin knocked on the door.
"Yeah," I called waiving her inside.
"You have another model," she said.
"From the casting call?" I asked. "That was hours ago."
"He know he's late," she explained. "It's your call but I think you'll really like him."
"Fine," I sighed lounging back in my chair. "Send him in."
"Hi," a voice said from the door.
"Caleb!" I squealed jumping up and running to give him a hug. He picked me up off the floor and spun me around before placing me down and giving me a soft passionate kiss.
"I thought you weren't getting back until tomorrow," I said in between kisses.
"You talk too much," he breathed untucking my shirt as he kissed my neck.
"Stop," I giggled. "This is my office."
"I would do you right on the desk," he whispered.
"Come on," I said pulling away and tucking my shirt back in. "Let me grab my bag and I'll take off early."
"Why are you so quiet?" I asked Caleb as I laid with my head across his chest.
"I'm just thinking," he said playing with my hair.
"About what?" I asked.
"Well," he said slowly, "do you remember when we talked about having kids?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Why?"
"We said we'd wait two years," he reminded me, "and it's almost been three now. I thought maybe we should talk about it."
"Okay," I rolled over so I was facing him. I tiny smile spread across my lips. "Do you think we're ready for a baby?"
"Yeah," he replied. "I've been thinking that way for a while now. Are you ready for a baby?"
"I don't know," I sighed. "I guess I've been ready for a while I just never really brought it up. You know, we have plenty of time."
"So you don't want to start a family yet?" he asked.
"I guess," I paused for a moment to think. "Realistically, now if probably the best time. I don't want us to be old parents and my mom is still young enough to help out. I know she looks tough on the outside, but she adores babies."
"Is that a yes?" he asked. "I want to make sure we're both ready."
"Under one condition," I said leaving a trail of soft kisses across his chest. "We have to start now."
"Really?" he smiled that stupid grin of his where one eyebrow is like way higher than the other.
Then I got up to straddle him and leaned down to kiss him as his hands grazed my lower back.