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“You’re not mad I didn’t go all the way?” she sniffs, half-laughing to herself once she can see how worried I am about her.
“No,” I tell her honestly, kissing her hands. “We can go as fast or slow as you want, just for god’s sake, don’t run away like that again. You’ll give me a heart attack.”Chapter NineAveryJack’s so sweet about everything. It’s as though I didn’t act like a lunatic at all, and he’s just so worried that he did something wrong.
That couldn’t be further from the truth.
My center still aches for him, still quivered and twitched the whole way as I ran away back down to the office. Thinking that he wouldn’t like me if I didn’t put out a hundred percent.
I just got overwhelmed, scared.
Not scared of Jack though. Far from it.
As soon as I see him come into the room, I know I’ve been an idiot, and that he forgives me because there’s nothing to forgive.
If he’s forty and showing his age with some silver highlights, I guess I’m showing mine by jumping the gun emotionally.
But who can blame me? The effect he has on me. What he’s made me feel in just a few minutes of knowing him really.
Jack stands, reaching for a box of Kleenex which he slides over.
There’s a loud knock at the door, and before he can even give an answer to match the sudden look of disgust on his face, a familiar face appears around the door frame.
I watch Jack’s whole body tense up like he has to control his reflexes.
God damned Angela Fitzner.
I can almost hear Jack growling her name in anger himself.
“Mr. Cole… I couldn’t help but overhear you talking with Jason just now. A position in management might be opening? Just letting you know, I’m available should you want to discuss the matter further.”
Without a word and in one step, Jack removes her hand from the door frame before slamming it and locking it.
He jerks a thumb towards the door. “Am I firing her?” he asks me, and I know he’ll do whatever I say when it comes to that woman.
I think for a moment, wanting to feel the satisfaction of watching the blade drop on that witch.
But I can’t.
It’s Christmas.
“Maybe not fire her,” I tell Jack, wincing a little, but transmitting the thought that he could do something else instead.
“We’ll see then,” he says firmly. “But if she interrupts me, Us, one more time, she’s out. I should have said so, maybe you can send her a memo?” he asks me absently.
“Me?” I ask, astonished.
“Well, yeah. If you’re going to be my new personal assistant, I’ll need you to do somethings some of the time. But not that much,” he adds, a sly grin forming as his eyes scan my chest.
“That is if you’ll have me?” he asks.
“You want me to be your assistant?” I ask, sounding like a star-struck teenager more than a corporate professional.
And I can tell Jack likes that.
“To start with,” he says, cocking a brow. “I know what I want Avery, I already told you. And while you make up your mind just when you want to fill that role you can be my assistant, alright?”
I nod my head furiously, getting up and wanting to go and hug him, but thinking maybe I shouldn’t.
“Can assistants hug?” I ask him sheepishly, almost crying again once I feel his huge arms around me, holding me close to him while he rubs my back.
“We can do whatever you want, whenever you want,” he says, and I feel his lips kiss the top of my head. The charge it sends down my spine makes me shiver all over again as I clutch him tighter. Vowing to myself to never run away from him again, to stay close, and to give myself to him heart, body, and soul when I know the moment’s right.
“Okay,” Jack announces, keeping a firm grip on me as he explains a few things.
“I guess hanging off each other in front of other staff isn’t a great idea just yet, might get ‘em jealous,” he whispers low into my ear.
“And, we also have a lot to organize. I’d suggest we get started on this Secret Santa party,” he muses aloud.
I know it’s not a good look for Jack if he’s suddenly got me on his arm after being here for just a few hours, but I do feel a little confused.
“How will it work? I mean, us and me being your assistant?” I ask him, wondering aloud to myself more than anything.
“It’ll work,” he assures me. “Let’s get the ball rolling on this staff party, and I’ll have a word with Jason about the bonuses which he can request from HQ. Then there’s the matter of moving the whole operation over here,” he adds, pressing a finger to his lips as he starts to pace.
