“What about Barneys and Saks?”
“Yes,” Brianna confirmed. “Everyone will be in attendance.”
“Good,” Samara said briskly. “We need all the major players at the table.”
Brianna nodded before continuing her rundown of Samara’s busy schedule. “YourVogueinterview is at ten-thirty, which should leave you just enough time to get down to the photo—” She was interrupted by the ringing of Samara’s smartphone on the desk.
When Samara picked up the phone and saw her husband’s darkly handsome picture on the screen, her lips curved into a delighted smile.
Brianna grinned knowingly and rose from her chair. “I’ll come back later.”
Samara winked at her before pressing the answer button and purring into the phone, “Hey, you.”
“Hey, baby.” Marcus’s deep, dark voice slid into her ear and sent a tingle of awareness to her already-sensitive nipples. “Just wanted to make sure you got to work safely.”
“I did.” Samara smiled, warmed by his protectiveness. “Are the boys up yet?”
“Yeah. They’re downstairs eating breakfast. I’m about to get Milan up.” Marcus was the founder and CEO of one of the top law firms in the country. Since the birth of their daughter, he’d been cutting back on the long hours he worked and delegating more responsibilities to his senior partners. When he learned that their sons’ private school would be closed today, he’d volunteered to take off from work to spend the day with the boys and three-year-old Milan. He was taking them to Legoland, one of their favorite places to visit.
Samara sighed. “I wish I could have played hooky, too. If I didn’t have to oversee this photo shoot for our new fragrance launch, I would have gone with you guys.”
Marcus chuckled. “Then it wouldn’t be a Daddy’s Day outing.”
“True.” Samara grinned, leaning back in her chair. “Have Michael, Manning or Quentin tried to back out?”
“Nah,” Marcus said with a laugh. “They’re still coming.”
“That’s good. You fellas are gonna have your hands full with ten children,” Samara teased.
“It’s all good. This isn’t our first Daddy’s Day outing, and it won’t be the last.”
Samara felt her heart swell with the fullness of her love and appreciation for him. How had she gotten so damn lucky?
“Make sure you dress Milan warmly,” she reminded him. “The high is only supposed to be fifty-nine today, so she needs—”
“Babe,” Marcus interrupted, sounding amused. “I got this.”
“Sorry,” Samara said sheepishly.
“Uh-huh. You just can’t help yourself.”
“I know.” She grinned, dropping her voice to a suggestive murmur. “If you’re not too worn out tonight, maybe we can have some grown-up time after we put the kids to bed.”
“Sounds good,” Marcus drawled wickedly. “Can never have too much grown-up time.”
“I agree,” Samara purred. “So it’s a date?”
“Absolutely.” The single husky word went straight between her thighs, causing her to shiver and bite her lip.
“Well, I’d better get back to work,” she murmured. “You and the kids have fun today.”
“We will,” Marcus promised. “Love you, baby.”
“Love you, too.” Samara was smiling from ear to ear as she ended the call and set her phone down on the desk.
She heard voices outside her door and glanced up just as her mother swept into the room. Asha looked gorgeous and flawlessly glamorous in a cream coatdress that accentuated her hourglass curves, the collar stylishly turned up.
“Good morning, Mom,” Samara greeted her.
