“You know me so well. Tomorrow sounds great. What time?”
“Four.”
“Okay, see you then.” I hang up and turn back to my new favorite stranger, just in time to see him walk out the door. My heart sinks, which is ridiculous because I don’t even know this guy. But damn it, I want to know him! I thought we shared a connection and he’s just going to disappear on me? What the hell?
I head for the door, but when I get outside, he’s lost in the magic and mystery that is New York City. A disappointed sigh leaves my lips. Got my hopes up and my panties wet for nothing.
Chapter 2
Just a grump set in his ways
Alex
“Oh god, who pissed you off this time?” Katie asks as I walk into my office.
“Me,” I grumble.
“Well, you piss me off constantly.” She shrugs, unbothered. Katie’s a few years older than me and has been here since I started Delgado Technology Corp. seventeen years ago. She’s also the closest thing I have to a sister. Or a best friend.
“Mmmhmmm.” I take a sip of my coffee and lean against my desk, waiting for her to tell me why she’s here.
“Have you taken that autism assessment I sent you yet?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t see the point.”
“Accommodations?”
“I’m the boss. I already do things however I want.”
She crosses her arms and scowls. “You’re so stubborn.”
“Yes, I am. A test isn’t going to change anything.”
“We both know what it’s going to say,” she insists.
“Probably,” I agree. “You didn’t come up here just to harass me about this again, did you?” She sends me links to tests, articles, and memes daily. Mostly memes. I relate to far more of them than I let on.
“No. I think I found someone, Alex.”
“Why do I feel a ‘but’ coming on?”
“Before I tell you, you have to promise to give her a chance. Your grumpy ass won’t want to, but I think you need to.”
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Katie…”
“Alex. I interviewed more than a dozen people today.” She drops onto the sofa that I rarely use with a huff. “Qualified people who all think they’d be able to handle this job, and not one of them would last more than a few weeks. But Amelia, I think she’s got what it takes.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“She doesn’t have a lot of official experience?—”
“Katie,” I interrupt.
She continues on without acknowledging me. “Or references?—”
