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“Then we’ll have to take care of that,” he says, cocking a brow and letting my hands fall from his as he turns around and opens his arms wide.
Taking in the whole space around him.
“I like this too,” he says. “Old school. Y’know? I might just move my own office, right up here,” he says to himself before his eyes dance back to mine.
I try to hold it, but I can’t.
Something about the man is just too much. Like I don’t deserve his attention, but another part of me is so… needy and wants him right now.
Since I first felt his eyes on me downstairs.
“Can we get in here?” he asks me, those eyes lighting up with new curiosity as he makes his way to some heavy oak doors, which he pushes open, whistling to himself.
“Beautiful indeed,” he says loudly, tilting his head to the ceiling as I trot closer behind him, reminding myself he owns this place now. He can do and go where he wants.
I hope that includes me.
“Our new boardroom, too,” he mumbles, starting to rub his hands as he struts around, making the space his own just by being in it as well as owning it.
“I only ever look out of the windows,” I announce, sounding guilty. Wishing I’d had the courage to snoop around more myself now.
“Jennings kept this whole floor, just as it was?” he muses, running his hands over the leather chairs. “Yet he screwed up to the ground on his price-”
“I think if they keep so much of the building as original, it maintains a heritage listing,” I tell him without thinking, remembering the tax information I handled when the building was up for renewal for heritage status not long ago.
Jack lets out another low sound and turning towards me, his smile broadens.
“You’re as smart as you are beautiful,” he announces, making me blush and look at my feet again.
“I mean it, Avery,” he says, coming closer and lifting my chin with his finger.
“Coming here today, I wanted to meet the new company… the new staff. I had no idea I’d meet someone as special as-”
“Oh, Mr. Cole? Mister Cole,” a voice calls out, the clip clip of thin heels cutting through our moment.
Cutting through my one chance.
“I thought you said this place was deserted,” he says slyly, winking at me before shrugging a little and then leaning in.
He leans in so close, I can feel the warmth of his mouth near mine, “Hold that thought,” he whispers, and I feel my legs starting to buckle as I sigh.
“Mr. Cole!”
My sigh becomes a quiet groan as I recognize her voice.
Those heels.
That damned perfume as she gets closer without me even having to look to know it’s her.
I swear this woman’s out to ruin me.
Angela Fitzner.
“Mr. Cole? Now, where did you get to?” she asks, sounding like an old mother hen more than an employee.
She clips over, ignoring me while trying to push me out of the way and taking Jack’s arm in hers.
“You ran away from us. Mr. Cole and we never got to be properly-”
Jack disengages himself with a swift movement and his face clouds over.
“Who are you?” he finally asks with an air of disbelief, scanning her like she’s some sort of acid rain come down to piss on our parade.
Without even missing a beat, and not minding the brush off either, she introduces herself.
“Angela Fitzner. I’m head of accounting, down on the ground floor,” she tells him like it should impress him.
Jack’s mouth’s open slightly and his eyes almost roll but look to mine with a couple of subtly raised brows.
Like he knows we’re in the presence of a freaking lunatic.
“Angela?” Jack asks, as though he’s dealing with a child.
Her eyes flutter and she thrusts her chest out.
“I’m in a meeting right now, and you’re interrupting. If it’s life or death, call 911. Otherwise…” he says, trailing off and making a little walking movement with his fingers in the air in front of her.
She follows them with her eyes, watching them lead to the door she just came through.
I’ve never seen Angela speechless, but instead of pulling her talking doll cord, Jack’s just gone and ripped it out and tossed it to the cat.
Her eyes narrow on mine and she almost says something, but thinking better of it she turns on her heel and clips out of the room.Chapter SixJack“Please tell me not everyone here is like her?” I ask Avery, who looks as stunned as the Angela doll but ends up smiling then laughing.
“Who is she again?” I ask her, glad to see her smiling for once.
“She’s my boss,” Avery says, looking embarrassed now.
I cock my brow, fighting the urge to grab her and pull her closer.
“I’m your boss now, Avery,” I remind her, and I feel my dick twitch as she shivers a breath in, hugging her elbows over that chest of hers.
