“No,” he said, retrieving a phone from his pocket.“Put your thumb on the screen and you’ll be on the system.If I come over there, will you run away again?”
He’d noticed?Oopsy.
“Maybe.”
“Okay then, I’ll…” He did a few things on the phone then approached to reaching distance and slipped the device onto the island, giving her a comically wide berth.“Press your fingerprint to the screen.Follow the prompts.You can put in as many as you want.”
“How many fingerprints does someone need?”she asked, picking up his phone to do as asked.
“At least two,” he said, to which she frowned.“Trust me.You want at least two.”
She continued to go through the security prompts.“What about other household things?”
“Repairs and upgrades are always done quickly… because I enjoy those.Everything else, chores and stuff, they get done as I can be bothered… or not.”
“Okay, then send me an email and I’ll take care of it.”
“You want to do chores?”
“I like to keep busy,” she said.“If I have to draw a line, I won’t be shy about it.”
“Okay.Good.”
She smiled and held his phone out to him.“Then I guess both of us should get to work.”
He took the phone.“Welcome to the team.”
Colleagues.That’s what they were.Boss and employee.Executive and assistant.
Okay, if that was true, checking out his ass as he walked away was completely inappropriate.
FOUR
HOT GUY.Nice restaurant.Decent wine.The entrees had been good too.The servers wore waistcoats over their white shirts.Reasonable pricing.Suitable lighting.No music but nice atmosphere.Yeah, she’d visit again.
Hmm, didn’t say much for the date that she was mentally reviewing the restaurant rather than fantasizing about ripping his clothes off.
She’d visit again, but not with this guy.
What was wrong with her?It was the end of the week.Friday night!The perfect opportunity to kick back and let her wild side loose.
In theory.
“I thought about asking you out when you started at Brooker,” Nathaniel said from the other side of the table.“I’d been sort of semi seeing someone, guess I waited too long and then you were with Mason.”
Another topic of conversation she wanted to avoid.There were a lot of those.He’d talked a lot about his clients when they first sat down.That broke up the whole waiting for their food part.They hadn’t said much as they were eating.
The guy was making an effort, she had to try in return, right?
“I had no idea you noticed me.”
“Every guy does.You’re hard to miss, Elle.”
Because he smiled, she did the same.
Was that a compliment?Should she be flattered?If he was aiming for that, he missed.Her mood sucked.Where was her joie de vivre?
“Uh… thank you.”
