Chapter Forty-Four

~ Nikki ~

It’s one thing to receive sexy gifts from the man who’s fucking you.

It’s an entirely different thing to find your career soaring because—and not because—of that erotic association.

And then there’s these highly personal gestures that are too symbolic to ignore.

Like… For him to remember, word for word, what I’d said about Shakespearian plays and know which books to buy me.

Yes, I know it was Mari, not Jameson, who made the purchases. The onsite store was closed to visitors at that point. But she was able to reach someone and have a special delivery sent, probably with the dollar signs flashing for the “above-and-beyond” service by the staff, after hours.

Regardless, I am admittedly wracking my brain as to why Jameson goes to certain lengths where I’m concerned.

Granted, some are easy to figure out. Primarily, those pertaining to our professional relationship. I know he’s confident enough in my abilities. He even tells me before we leave for this evening’s dinner, with the