“Please, call me Alex.”
She smiles softly.
“I’ve shown Amelia your calendar on the app, and we went over answering the phone, checking emails, and where you usually order lunch from. You’ll have to take care of the rest, Alex. If either of you needs anything, just let me know.”
“Thanks, Katie,” Amelia and I say at the same time.
“Remember, you promised to come have lunch with me one day this week,” Katie tells Amelia before leaving us alone.
Our eyes meet, and Amelia’s face turns that adorable shade of pink again.
“Still no Christmas decorations, I assume,” I tease, trying to break the tension.
She grins and shrugs. “I haven’t checked yet today. Might have to sneak down at lunch, though.”
I can’t believe she’s here. The woman I can’t stop thinking about.
But fuck. She’s my new assistant and I can’t ask her out now. There’s no company policy against employees dating each other, but the CEO and his personal assistant? It’ll raise eyebrows at the very least. Throw in the obvious age gap andit’s a recipe for rumor mill gossip at the very least, and a PR nightmare at worst.
I force myself to stop staring at the dusting of freckles across Amelia’s nose and cheeks and invite her into my office to explain some of her duties.
“On your way in every morning, I’ll need you to stop at the coffee shop downstairs and get me a large coffee. And get yourself your peppermint mocha or whatever else you’d like, including breakfast.”
“With room, two sugars, and top off with cream?”
Damn, she remembers my coffee order. “Yes, exactly.”
“Do you want breakfast from there?” she asks.
“No, I don’t usually eat breakfast.” I shake my head.
She frowns but remains silent. I tell her everything I can think of and hand her a credit card to use for anything business or me related. By the time I’m done, my stomach is growling, so Amelia orders us sandwiches from a nearby deli I like.
I generally prefer privacy and always eat at my desk with the door closed. But today, I hate every single second of it. I glare at the door as I eat, and as soon as I throw my trash away, I walk across the room to open it.
Amelia turns to glance at me from her desk. “I was just about to knock on that.”
“I can close it again if you’d like.”
Chuckling, she stands and smiles as she hands me a slip of paper. “Maybe later. The developer of an app you’re buying or making or…something called.”
“You don’t have to answer the phone during lunch,” I remind her.
She shrugs. “I was finished eating and the ringer was annoying.”
I huff a little laugh, then squint at the message. “What does this say?”
“Where?” She leans close and the scent of citrus envelops me. My dick and heart both jump.
Shit. I’m a fucking goner.
Clearing my throat, I point to a squiggle near the bottom.
“That’s my name.”
Blinking, I bring the paper closer to my face. “That’s supposed to say ‘Amelia’?”
“It does say ‘Amelia’!” she claims. I cock an eyebrow and she laughs. “I know it’s a supremely awful signature, but it’s stuck that way. Something tells me your signature is very nice.”
