The girl scurries to my desk. She stands by my side, leaning over so she can see the screen.
“This is the case I'm working on at the moment,” I say, going through a few files with her. “I need to be at a meeting soon and you're going to come with me.”
“Okay.”
The coolness and determination in her voice stun me. I had expected her to panic, but she seems genuinely ready for whatever I want to bring.
She leans in a little more to read something and I get a whiff of her scent when her neck gets close. I had been getting faint notes of it, but being so close is another ballgame.
Focus, man. Keep it together.
I haven't felt like this in a while and I can only hope that's the reason I'm this drawn to Leena. If not, then I'm in big trouble.
“What's the meeting going to be about?” she asks.
“You'll find out when we get there. Are you ready to go?”
“Yes, I am. Lead the way.”
I offer a small smirk. “That's what I like to hear. Come on.”
I get up from the chair and start heading toward the door. Leena silently follows me all the way to the elevator. As soon as we enter the tight space, I realize I may be in trouble after all.
Chapter 4
LEENA
I keep my eyes on the elevator door. Even then, I can still feel Grant staring at me. He had helped me do something I've been trying to do for so long. But that's not the only thing.
Grant is an absolutely stunning man. Everything about him, from how he carries himself to the sound of his voice, his scent, and his gorgeous face is hard to look at without melting.
When he stood in front of me, I was drowned by emotions I didn't really understand. They came in suffocating waves, and they're still here. Even now that we're back on the street, I still feel it.
The weather is much better now, with the sun doing its best to poke out again. Thick clouds still lie above us, but while the earlier ones brought doom and gloom, these bring a sort of hope with them. This hope does not follow me into Grant's car.
“Why weren't you driving before?” I ask.
“The meeting wasn't far away. Besides, I like the exercise.”
Every image of a conventional CEO has been washed away. This man is an enigma that I may not fully understand. However, seeing as I'm his assistant, I'll probably need to know more about him.
My head is such a mess that I lean into my side of the car, almost like I'm trying to melt through the door. Grant looks at me before starting the car.
Once I straighten from my slouch, the vehicle comes alive and we start driving. “We'll go to the meeting first,” Grant says. “I want you to watch closely and observe. That's all you need to do. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to.”
“Wait, what if I want to talk?” I inquire.
“Do you?”
“No,” I respond. “I'll watch and observe.”
He drives me to what looks like a really fancy restaurant. He gets out and considers rounding the car to open my door, but I’m already out, following closely behind him. When we get to the front door, I realize something terrible.
“Wait,” I almost scream.
Grant pauses and turns to me. “What's the matter? Did something happen?”
“Look at how I'm dressed,” I say, feeling heat flooding my cheeks.
