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She smiles, pleased. “Want me to order?” she whispers to me.
I nod again.
This is new to me—this way of communicating without even using words. However, we just did it.
I’ve known Gwen Temple for little over twenty-four hours, and now we’re reading each other’s body language.
I’ve never had this happen with an assistant before.
“I’ll pick out a cute one, I promise,” she adds in a whisper.
It’s another first—talking about baby clothes with an assistant.
A pretty, single assistant who makes my head spin and my blood rush.
Her wide-eyed look travels to Jordan. “Oh, wow. You’re Jordan Stafford. You were so funny two weeks ago with the bit about seeing your daughter’s play.”
Now he softens, too, just like Bulldog Leo did. They’re falling under her spell, like I have. “Ha. Thanks. That was my favorite part of that episode, sharing that story. Julia is really something else.”
“I love how she made up her lines right there on stage. Creative kid.”
“Yeah, she’s got spunk,” Jordan agrees. He adjusts his glasses as if to take a closer look at Gwen. “What’s your name again? Don’t know if I caught it.”
“Gwen,” she offers. She looks angelic as she patiently asks him a couple of questions about the play.
I tune out the words and just watch her.
How is it that she seems so genuinely interested?
I’ve never seen someone really care as much as she does.
As I watch her, I feel everything else fall away from me, piece by piece. The room disappears. The guys fade away. The computers, the microphones, my schedule… it all drops away into some void. All that’s left in my world is Gwen.
My body feels strange, too. Lighter, more alive. There’s a buzzing feeling in my veins, and my stomach feels tight, but not in a bad way.
It’s like a drug, having her in here.
Then I feel the falling sensation again when she turns her attention back to me. “So, Boss. You must have called me up here for a reason.”
“Yeah…” Because I wanted to see you again. I clear my throat. “A quick thing came up.”
She grins at me. “Yeah?” she asks softly.
“Yep.” I close the gap between us slightly. Now I’m only a few feet from her, and I realize this was all I wanted all along.
“And you couldn’t text me or call?” she asks, with a lively glint in her eyes.
She’s giving me a hard time. Flirting again. This is what I wanted, too.
“Was it that hard to take the elevator up?” I ask as my eyes dance against hers.
“I took the stairs.”
“Ah. I see.” What I see, really, are her beautiful eyes smiling at me. She’s happy to be here with me.
This makes no sense. None of this makes sense.
“Something I can do for you?” she asks. “I’m about to run up to your house and see the pups.”
