Artemis (CanEm Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Thirty-Six

When Can and Sanem got back to Istanbul, they were not so thrilled to be greeted by the person they were least expecting.

Initially, Sanem had gotten to the office with a spring in her step. Can had dropped her right outside of the mahalle with a bruising a kiss and an invitation for tea in his office as soon as they were both in - that alone made her giddy. But paired with her weekend that had been unbelievably magical, Sanem's joy was evident. She'd indulged in all of the PG details with Leyla on their way to work and there was a smile that stretched from one side of her face to the next. And regardless of the sullen people dredging through the office on a Monday morning, Sanem greeted everyone cheerily.

Like it was second nature, she headed straight for the kettle, brewed up two hots of stemming hot tea and headed to her boyfriend's office.

However, as she waltzed through with a ghost of a knock, her smile fell at the person sat before Can - Polen.

Polen had trapeezed into the agency as if it were her own and perched herself on the seat in Can's office that was Sanem's favourite. The leggy model was laughing brightly at the something Can had said and Sanem couldn't help but shoot daggers at her head. Dangling from her ear lobes were a dazzling pair of diamonds set in white gold, the sun bouncing off them and practically blinding Sanem. She looked exquisite, the earrings accentuating the length of her neck, and suddenly Sanem felt embarassed by the simplicity of her work attire. 

"Ah, good morning!" Can tried to smirk discreetly at Sanem, his mind aware that he'd made love to her just seconds after she'd woken up this morning.

"Sanem." Polen twirled around in her seat and smiled thinly at her, her hands clutched together tightly – hostile. However, Sanem didn't miss the momentary surprise that flickered through her eyes as she saw Sanem. "I'd heard you'd left the agency."

"No." Sanem wanted to hit the woman around the head. She could envision herself with red boxer's gloves on, her feet bouncing as she hit her once ... twice ... thrice. She wasn't stupid, it was clear that Polen was still hung up on Can and had made her way over from London as soon she'd heard that Sanem had left the agency to work with Osman. "I just decided to take a little break."

"Oh!" Polen's exclamation made Sanem want to smirk but she held it back and simply placed the two tea cups down on Can's desk. Unfortunately, Polen was going to have to enjoy her chai for now. Purposefully, Sanem leaned a little closer to Can for him to get a little whiff of her scent and he groaned lightly in defiance. She was so close and yet so far! He hadn't been expecting Polen – obviously – and had mentally prepared himself to spend some alone time with Sanem. "Well, I guess we'll be seeing much more of each other then."

"Why?" Sanem asked, shaking her head as if the movement would help her rewind time and hear Polen again.

"I've just started working with the agency." Sanem held back the urge to roll her eyes. "I wrote a cookbook and Cancim is helping me with the promotion." Polen reached over the desk and placed her hand over Can's, Sanem's eyes widening like saucers in the process. "It didn't take much convincing, Can loves my food."

"Of course." Sanem smiled, her mind drifting back to that day when she'd seen Polen prepare raw fish and meats twirled into fancy little bite-sized pieces for Can. "Well if you excuse me, I have work to do." Can desperately wanted to run after Sanem and pull her into his arms but knew he couldn't, not when Polen was here.

"Sanem!" He called quickly, halting her speedy footsteps. "Remember we have that meeting later-"

"What meeting?" She asked in confusion, her little brows frowning together.