Chapter 334
**Sara**
His phone buzzed again. "Leo's threatening to start the meeting without me, which honestly sounds great, but I probably shouldn't let him."
"Go," I said, making a shooing motion with my hand. "Go charm those investors with your professor brain and billionaire good looks."
"Professor brain?" He raised an eyebrow. "That's a new one."
"I'm tired. My compliment game isn't at its strongest right now."
"I'll take it anyway." Tom's expression turned serious for a moment. "So... Friday? You'll really come?"
"Yes, I'll really come. I'll book the flight tomorrow."
"Don't bother. I'll send the jet for you."
I rolled my eyes. "Of course you will."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, Mr. I-Casually-Have-A-Private-Jet," I smirked at him. "Some of us normal people occasionally enjoy the authentic experience of commercial air travel."
"The authentic experience of crying babies and zero legroom?"
"It builds character."
"Right." Tom looked skeptical. "Well, the jet will be waiting for you anyway."
His phone buzzed yet again, and Tom groaned. "I really have to go now."
"Alright," I said, suddenly feeling the distance between us more acutely. "Go be brilliant. I'll be here when you get back."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Tom hesitated as if wanting to say something else, then smiled softly. "I love you, Sara Parker."
My heart did that stupid flippy thing again. "I love you too, Thomas Blackwood. Now go before Leo has an aneurysm."
"Yes, ma'am." He blew me a kiss, which was so cheesy I had to laugh. "Sweet dreams."
"It's not even bedtime here."
"Then have sweet... whatever you're doing next."
"Sweet shower and sweet dinner preparations?"
"Exactly." He grinned. "Bye, Sunshine."
"Bye, Professor."
The call ended, and I stared at the blank screen for a moment, still smiling like an idiot. I was going to Australia. To see Tom. Because I loved him.
Holy shit. I loved him.
I flopped back on the couch, hugging a pillow to my chest. How had this happened? A few months ago, I was devastated over Matt's cheating, convinced I'd never trust anyone again. And now here I was, planning international trips to see a man sending me flowers and calling me Sunshine, and making my heart race with just a look.
Life was weird. One minute, you're crying over a cheating ex; the next, you're in love with a billionaire professor who casually sends private jets for you like some people order cabs.
I finally dragged myself off Tom's couch and headed for the shower, still giddy from our conversation. As the hot water cascaded over me, I couldn't help but smile, thinking about how Tom's face had lit up when I suggested visiting Australia.
The man had meetings with investors worth billions of dollars, yet the thought of me flying across the world to see him made him practically bounce with excitement.
"I'm dating a dork," I said aloud, lathering shampoo into my hair. "A ridiculously wealthy, absurdly handsome dork."
I closed my eyes, imagining Tom's reaction when he'd see me at the airport. Would he be formal in front of business associates, or would he sweep me into one of those movie-worthy kisses that made my toes curl? The thought alone made me turn the shower temperature down a notch.
By Tuesday morning, I'd almost forgotten Tom's flower promise until the doorbell rang just as I finished my makeup. I opened the door to find a delivery guy holding the most gorgeous arrangement of red roses I'd ever seen.
"Sara Parker?" he asked, looking bored.
"That's me," I replied, unable to contain my smile as I took the massive bouquet.
The delivery guy handed me a clipboard to sign, looking utterly bored as I scribbled my signature. He probably delivered flowers to lovesick couples all day, every day.
"Have a nice day," he muttered before trudging back to the elevator.
I closed the door with my foot, burying my nose in the roses. They smelled incredible—rich and sweet and undeniably expensive. Tom hadn't skimped on quality, that was for sure. Nestled among the crimson blooms was a small envelope. I set the flowers on the kitchen counter and carefully extracted the card.
"For my Sunshine," it read in elegant script. "Because your smile lights up my world more than any star could. Missing you desperately. All my love, T."
I clutched the card to my chest, feeling like a teenager with her first crush. It was cheesy as hell, but it made my heart race anyway. I grabbed my phone to text him.
"Got your flowers. They're gorgeous. Almost as gorgeous as you."
His reply came minutes later: "Only the first of many. Just wait."
I spent the rest of the day at work with a ridiculous smile plastered across my face, fielding questions from curious coworkers about my suddenly cheerful mood. Tom and I texted throughout the day, sending each other everything from mundane updates about our respective meetings to increasingly flirtatious messages that had me blushing at my desk.
By Wednesday morning, I'd almost forgotten Tom's promise of more flowers until the doorbell rang again. This time, it was a stunning arrangement of white lilies and orchids, so delicate and elegant they looked like they belonged at a wedding.
The card nestled among them read: "To the woman who's captured my every thought. When I close my eyes, all I see is you. Can't wait to hold you again. Forever yours, T."
Below that, in smaller print: "P.S. These flowers pale in comparison to your beauty, but they'll have to do until I can shower you with kisses instead."
I laughed out loud at that one, immediately texting him: "Showering me with kisses? Pretty bold, Professor."
"Just wait until you see tomorrow's message," came his reply, making me both nervous and excited.
True to his word, Thursday brought another delivery. This time, it was a mix of purple and blue hydrangeas with sprigs of lavender, giving off a heavenly scent that filled Tom's apartment. I'd been keeping the previous arrangements in water, watching as the roses began to droop slightly despite my best efforts.
I eagerly opened Thursday's card, nearly choking on my coffee when I read it:
"My dearest Sara, I've spent countless nights imagining the taste of your skin, the sound of your moans, the feel of your body trembling beneath mine. The things I want to do to you would make even the most open-minded person blush. Counting the seconds until I can make those fantasies a reality. Yours in every way possible, T."
"HOLY SHIT," I texted him immediately. "Did you seriously send that card to my address? What if the doorman had read it?!"
"Relax," he replied with a laughing emoji. "I made sure it was sealed extra tight. Besides, don't act like you didn't love it."
"Not the point," I fired back, but I couldn't deny the heat coursing through my body at his words.
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