Page 43 of The Executive Assistant

“I didn’t know you travelled so much,” I said. “There’s so much I don’t know about you.”

He gave me a soft smile. “Have you travelled a lot?”

I shook my head. “I’ve been to Canada and Mexico, but that’s it. My parents worked a lot when I was young. In college, I was too busy, and when I started working, I got even more busy.”

Saying it aloud now made me feel a little sad. I wanted to travel, but I always put it off. Next year, or when Firth Marketing had this many employees or when I made this amount of money. I kept moving the goalposts.

I should live life more. I couldn’t spend the next thirty years in the same city.

I pushed down the uncomfortable feelings and shot Cameron a smile. “Where else have you been?”

“My grandma lives in London, so I’ve visited the UK. I’ve also spent some time in Japan.”

“Wow,” I said.

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?” he asked.

I hummed as I thought about it. “So many. But if I had to choose…Rome.”

He smiled. “Me too. I’ve never been to Italy, but I’ve heard the food is incredible.”

“I would have so much pasta. Gelato too.”

We spent the next few minutes talking about what we’d do in Rome. Cameron wanted to visit sights like the Colosseum and the Roman Forum, while I wanted to see the artwork in the Sistine Chapel.

It was a fun discussion, but there was also a pit in my stomach because I knew that, realistically, I wouldn’t have time to travel to Rome until I retired.

That is, unless I did something about my current work schedule.

Our food arrived, and my mouth watered at the sight of a large lobster tail and a delicious cut of steak. As expected, the lobster tail was buttery and savory, and the steak was juicy and well-seasoned. I had the money to goto nice restaurants like these more, but they were sit-down experiences that took time and were better enjoyed with other people. I couldn’t see myself going to a restaurant like this by myself after a long day at work, especially when I planned to work later on at home.

But now that I was with Cameron, experiences like these made more sense. I could see myself doing them more, and who was I to turn down amazing food and great company? We didn’t have a view like this in the city, though.

I needed to cherish it while I could.

“Dessert?” Cameron asked once we finished up with our main course.

I lifted an eyebrow at him, my heel brushing his ankle under the table. “What kind?”

He gave me a coy look. “We can either have dessert here or back at the hotel room.”

“Back at the hotel,” I said quickly. I was sure this restaurant had great dessert options, but I hadn’t touched Cameron all day. Right then, all I wanted was to get him into bed.

He chuckled. “Good choice.” He motioned at the waiter. “Can we get the check, please?”

Once the bill was settled, he led me out of the restaurant and down the sidewalk back to the hotel. His hand was warm in mine. I must’ve been walking faster than usual, because when we stepped into the elevator, he gave me ateasing smile. “Eager, huh?”

I shrugged in a coy manner, my heart beating wildly with eagerness. “I’m excited.”

We got out at the thirtieth floor, and he led me to Room 3012.

I stood behind him, shifting on the spot as I waited for him to unlock the door. Once it clicked open, I followed him inside, my eyes widening at the sight of a large suite. Maybe flash didn’t impress me, but the thought behind every detail of this getaway touched me.

“Cameron…” I murmured as he turned on the lamps, allowing me to see the balcony with an ocean view and the king-sized bed.

Cameron kissed my cheek before leading me through a door, switching on the light to reveal the bathroom.

My eyes immediately darted to the huge spa-sized tub, my jaw dropping. I hadn’t ever seen a tub that large in a hotel room before. “A bath sounds amazing right about now.”

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