“Did you change?” he asked.
“I spilled coffee on mygreenblouse, so I ran out at lunch.”
His eyes flickered over my face until the silence became uncomfortable.
“Wait,” he said as I turned to leave. “Alexandra?”
I looked back. “Yes?”
He flipped through a stack of papers on his desk and held up the release. “What is this?” he asked.
“Um, the press release you asked for earlier. Was something wrong?”
“Yes,” he answered. “Three somethings.”
I bit my bottom lip hard. That couldn’t be possible. I’d checked it over and over for any possible mistakes. “I’m sorry.”
“In the future, don’t bring me anything that’s not perfect.” He showed me the paper again before placing it flat on the desk. He nodded at it, beckoning me. I walked to the edge.
“See this?” he asked. With a red pen, he made a circle on the page.
I leaned in. “Um.”
“Come closer.”
I bent forward, twisting my head to see where he was pointing.
“Closer.”
I glanced up. For the first time since he’d shifted into boss mode, his deep blue eyes sparked. He nodded me on with an expectant look, so I folded myself over the desk. He held up his palm, stopping me at a ninety-degree angle.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Not really,” I said tentatively.
“Then rest your elbows.”
My eyes widened. It was an unnatural position, one that didn’t seem appropriate for the workplace. I held his gaze and placed my forearms on the desk’s surface. He looked at my hands, balled into fists. When he didn’t speak, I uncurled all my fingers and flattened them so they framed the release.
“Here,” he said, indicating a sentence, “the verbiage is entirely wrong.”
I swallowed dryly. “I’m sorry. I’m not that familiar with your industry.”
“Is that an excuse?”
“No. I’ll fix it.”
“The whole thing is too long. I need you to cut it to about half but keep the same amount of information.”
My breasts were directly in his line of vision, baring my cleavage to him. They rose and fell faster with the increase of my heart rate, but he didn’t look once. His eyes only jumped between my face and the desk.
“Yes, sir.”
“And here,” he said, tapping the end of his pen on the paper, “you forgot a comma.”
“I’ll fix that too.”
He handed it to me. “Get it to me before you leave. You’re dismissed.”
