“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it later.” I poured coffee, playing the part of the boss getting his afternoon caffeine fix. “Funny, though. I didn’t get a gift this week.”
She turned to face me, checking quickly to make sure no one was watching. “I have something for you. Later.”
“Later when?”
“Tonight. Your place. When I bring my new toothbrush.” The corner of her mouth curved up. “Unless you’d rather I use yours?”
“Definitely bring yours. We’re not at the sharing-toothbrushes stage yet.”
“Yet?”
“Yet.” I took my coffee and headed back to my office, feeling her eyes on me the entire way.
CHAPTER 27
INA
Iwas supposed to be reviewing Dane’s schedule for next week. Instead, I was staring at the Bluetooth-enabled toothbrush sitting on my desk, my face burning every time I thought about what it meant.
It’s to keep at my place.
Dane had bought me a toothbrush. For his apartment. It certainly felt fast, but it was just a toothbrush. It wasn’t like he was giving me a key or clearing out a drawer for me. A toothbrush was practical. Necessary.
A message popped up on my Slack channel. It was from Dane.
Dane:Bring the Henderson file into my office please.
I blinked at the message. And then to make sure I wasn’t losing my mind, I did a quick search and came up empty.
Me:There’s no Henderson file.
Dane:I know.
Oh.
Oh.
My mouth went dry and my panties dampened. I glanced around the office. Everyone was caught up in their own work. And it wouldn’t be unusual for me to go to Dane’s office.
Hello, I was his secretary. Assistant. Whatever.
I stood up, smoothed down my blouse, and walked as casually as I could to his office. The door had been shut while he handled some calls.
I knocked softly, making sure I delivered the performance of a lifetime for anyone that might be watching. The door opened immediately.
Dane pulled me inside, shut the door behind me, and locked it again in one smooth motion.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi, yourself. Very subtle.”
“I panicked. I couldn’t think of a real excuse.”
His body pushed mine against the door. His suit jacket was off and he had removed his tie. The top couple of shirt buttons were undone. He only did that when he was alone in his office. Otherwise, he always looked very put together.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he whispered with his teeth grazing my earlobe.
“We saw each other this morning. And at lunch. And approximately six times in between.”
