“Tonight?”Keaton folded his arms across his chest.He was… hot when he was like this.Demanding and fierce.“You mean six o’clock, my actual shift end time.”
“We’re working late tonight,” I said automatically.“There’s a meeting.”
“There’s nothing in your calendar,” Keaton countered.
“There is,” I said.“You put it in there.”
He thought for a moment.“Crowhill Crows?”
I nodded.
“But I thought that was a personal appointment,” he said.“You said it was…”
“It’s a business dinner,” I told him.I looked him in his furious face.“Have dinner with me.”
His neck and ears went pink.
“What?”Keaton muttered.He suddenly seemed very uninterested in meeting my eyes.
“Tonight,” I said.I turned back to my laptop.“It’s settled.You should start the day’s work.”
I did not smile when he turned back towards his own desk.I did not raise my hands in a victory salute when he took off his coat.I did not dance with glee when he sat down and started typing.
But I remained keenly aware of his presence for every second of the rest of the day.
He was mine.Keaton Dunbar.He didn’t know it yet.
But I had decided.
He was mine.Maybe he was just my secretary.Maybe he was something more.But he was mine in either case.
There was no chance I was letting him go without a fight.
In exchange for what – Helen?There wasn’t a chance in hell.
Keaton Dunbar was mine.
And tonight he was going to know it as well.
Keaton
All day long, one question played over and over in my head.
Had Mr.Harvey just asked me out on a date?
It wouldn’t have even crossed my mind a week ago – before Ace told me what he told me.But now I couldn’t help myself.It was all I could think about.
He’d asked me to dinner.
Like, dinner, dinner?
And even if I was reading things wrong, just doing a whole lot of wishful thinking, I couldn’t resist staying to find out.
I had spent a whole weekend working myself up, talking things over with Clara, and deciding that the job wasn’t right for me.The risk of getting caught.The fact that I had almost gotten into a lot of trouble almost immediately after deciding to secretly film the office – and the fact that I hadn’t even been brave enough to film anything since.None of this was furthering my career as a filmmaker.On paper, the job was useless to me except as a quick paycheck, and there were other places I could get that.
It wasn’t a good idea for me to work for someone that I found so attractive, either.I was red-faced and stumbling, tripping over things because I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes.And even if this all wore off – every single secretary he’d ever had had been chased off by his work ethic and his attitude.What made me think I was stronger than any of them?
No – I was better off quitting now and taking some other kind of low-paid work that I could use to pay the bills.It would give me more free time and flexibility to work on documentary and script ideas.I should have been working towards my real dream, not fighting just to stay close to someone who was so far out of my league it was unreal.He probably majorly disapproved of workplace romances, too.He seemed like a stickler for those kinds of rules.
