Page 23 of My Favorite Boss

I opened my laptop, skimming my emails. I glanced over the screen, then moved it to one side, sliding my chair the opposite way. With the subtle move and the way Myers had shifted her desk, I now had a good view of her while she worked. Her face was a study of contrasts. Expressive. She pursed her lips, frowned, grinned, bit her lip. Tugged on her ear. Pulled on a stray curl. Tapped her pen on the desk while thinking.

And she talked to herself. Not loud enough that I could hear what she was saying, but her lips moved, and at times, she would nod as if agreeing with herself.

She was quite fascinating to watch.

Then I shook my head, reminding myself that wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing.

She was Myers—my assistant. She was there to help me work, not entertain me.

Yet once again, my gaze drifted her way, and I wondered if I would need to shut my door again.

Except, I didn’t want to.

This was unexpected.

And that made me angry.

I gave up before lunch and shut the door. I was being an idiot, and I needed to get over this strange fascination with my assistant. She brought me lunch, knocking before coming in. The sandwich was fresh and tasty, and I had to admit, I liked the new deli she had found.

“What are you working on?” I asked.

“Your expenses. Did you know they haven’t been done for months?”

“I hadn’t noticed,” I admitted.

“I need access to your credit card information so I can print off the statements.”

“I’ll send it to you.”

She left, shutting the door behind her. I glared at the wood as if it had done me a grievous disservice.

I stood and opened the door quickly, startling Myers, who was sitting at her desk, eating a sandwich.

“Yes, Bane?”

I startled, then recalled I had told her she could call me that.

Idiot.

“Did you get the email?”

“I haven’t checked. I was eating.”

“Fine. Let me know when you do. And I want more coffee when you’re done.”

She stared at me, lifting her eyebrows in question. Then she mouthed a word at me.

I tightened my hand on the doorframe.

“Please,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Of course, sir. Anything you need.”

I glared at her then swung around and headed back to my desk.

I left the door open.

Chapter Seven