Page 56 of You're the Boss


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Remarkably close.

And he bloody well knew it—but I’d be damned if I’d show him that I was affected by our proximity. Even if I could feel the heat from his body when he leant in closer and took my mouse, brushing his finger against mine.

“Are these the notes for my next meeting?”

Work.

Right.

I could do this. More to the point, all I had to do to feel better was call up Imaginary Chloe with her weaponised box file and imagine raising it to conk my boss right in the nose.

It was surprising how therapeutic mental violence was.

“Yes, sir. I sent them to you this morning.”

“I didn’t see.” He crouched so his chest was touching my shoulder.

Was this workplace harassment?

It felt like workplace harassment.

Then again, I was the one who’d just been staring at him and musing over how attractive he was, so perhaps I didn’t have room to talk.

I liked working with him a lot more when there was a wall between our desks, and he barked orders at me instead of getting all up in my business.

Huh.

Whoever thought I’d miss the office?

Moreover, whoever thought I’d miss my boss being a cold, unfeeling bastard?

There was a reason people said be careful what you wish for.

This was it.

This was the fucking reason.

I cleared my throat and reached for my water bottle. “Would you like me to resend it, sir?”

Sir. Sir. Sir.

I had to build that professional wall back between us. The one he’d just torpedoed withhow fucking close he was to me right now.

I was going to have a heart attack if he didn’t move his stupid aristocratic arse.

“No need, I’m almost done here.” He scrolled down the using the roller on the mouse.

I turned my face away from him and put my water bottle in my mouth, only to bite down on the straw instead of drinking.

This was good.

This was fine.

I was fine.

Totally fine.

Absolutely, completely, utterly, unequivocally fuckingfine.

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