Traded For His Assistant

Summary

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I took the day off work and spent hours preparing a lavish dinner filled with all of Tracy’s favorite dishes.

When he finally walked through the door, he wasn’t alone. He brought half his team from the office—including his new executive assistant, Sadie.

"Sadie can’t stand onions," Tracy said without looking at me as he hung up his coat. "Go pick them out of the dishes."

Then he glanced toward the kitchen. "Do we have any sparkling peach soda? If not, run downstairs and grab a case. Sadie loves it."