Chapter 11
Davis knocked on his boss’s door and waited for the invitation to come in before opening it. “Tony, I have your coffee and bagel.”
“You can leave it on my desk. Do you have the specs on the Waverly property?” he demanded.
“Emailed them last night, sir.” Davis set the cardboard cup and paper bag on the edge of Tony’s desk. Tony never looked up.
“What about the—”
“Done and emailed.”
Finally, he picked up his head. “How can you be so sure you know what I was going to say?”
Davis gripped his hands together and prayed for patience. “Because the Tomlinson bid is due, and I knew you would ask me about it. I finished what you requested last night.”
“Fine.” He looked back down. “You can leave.”
Davis headed back to his office and closed the door gently. Then he kicked his trash can so hard it bounced off the wall.
He sat at his desk and ran his hands through his hair. He turned his computer on and checked his email on his phone while he waited for the boot up.
Davis took a sip of his coffee as his thoughts drifted to Luna’s pale skin against his dark sheets. She was so beautiful his balls ached. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky last night, but he wasn’t ever going to let her go now that he had her.
His screen came on and he settled in with everything he had to do for the day. Tony was not the nicest boss, and Davis spent more time fetching things like he was the guy’s assistant than he should, but he wasn’t going to falter. He’d made a promise to his father and he intended to keep it, no matter what it took. If he had to shine Tony’s shoes or pick up his dry cleaning, that’s what he would do.
His phone chirped with a text; he glanced down at it with his fingers poised over his computer keyboard. It was Luna wishing him a good day at work. She’d had to leave early so she could change and get ready for school, so he’d barely seen her. He’d had Sorensen drive her since she left her car in the garage at his office, then he’d waited for her to be done so he could bring her by to retrieve it and drive herself to work. Luna wasn’t accustomed to having someone wait on her hand and foot, but Davis didn’t mind sharing his personal driver. He’d considered hiring a personal assistant for himself but he hadn’t reached that point yet.
He sent off a quick response and turned his attention back to his screen. He had to write up two comparisons regarding properties they were looking to acquire because Tony wanted to weigh his options. Most likely, he wanted to make things harder on Davis. Then he had to write a proposal for the property they were bidding on and hope he chose the right price. He had so much work to get done, but he was determined to finish and not be at the office too late. If he couldn’t make the dinner reservations he’d made—okay, Sorensen had made them—then he had a backup plan. He would cook for her.
He didn’t even realize he’d worked through lunch until he finished the comparisons and stopped to glance at the clock. Cussing as he stood, he grabbed his phone and wallet and headed out the door. The best he could hope for was to bring lunch back to his desk.
He hit the sandwich cart down the street from the building and hurried back. Tony was pacing outside Davis’s office when he got there.
“Healy,” he barked. “Where is the comparison report for Nichols and Campbell?”
“I just finished the preliminary before I went downstairs.” Davis walked past his boss and set his food down on the small table in the corner. “I need to give it a once-over before I send it to you.”
Tony followed him into the cramped office. “I need it now.”
Davis turned. “Sir, you said it wasn’t due until Monday morning.”
“Things change. You feel the need to cry about it?” Tony crossed his arms, the expression on his face a challenge. Davis wouldn’t fall for the bait, just as he hadn’t every other time Tony tried to screw him over.
“Of course not.” He walked behind his desk and drew in a deep breath, letting it out to visions of strangling his boss. “I need fifteen minutes to double check my figures before I send it.”
“You have five.”
Tony left the room and Davis sat. If it was wrong, he’d be blamed. If he hurried and missed a calculation, he would never hear the end of it. Fuck five minutes, he was going to go through it as thoroughly as he could.
By the time he’d done his double checking and sent it off, his hot sandwich was cold. He hated to waste food, so he sat hunched over at his pathetically tiny table and ate soggy bread.
He hated his job.
He was finished at seven, which was better than he’d expected. He’d asked Luna what she preferred, so Sorensen was picking her up and meeting him at the office. They were going to make their dinner reservations after all.
He jogged out the front doors and felt the first hint of fall. The air had turned just chilly enough that he noticed it, but not enough to need a jacket. He put aside the events of the day as he strode toward the sleek car with deeply tinted windows. He couldn’t see her, but he knew she was in there. He jerked the back door open and dropped onto the seat.
“Luna.” It was a gush of relief, her name. Everything became right again.
