Page 91 of His Flash Mate

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“Wouldn’t dream of it.I thought I would feel more at ease with you right outside my door, but I don’t.Is there any chance you’d allow me to move your desk in here?”

“No.”

He sighed.“I didn’t think so.”

“Is that the only reason you stopped me?I’m supposed to be shadowing Edi.He could be doing things right now that I’m missing out on learning.”

“You could shadow me instead,” Konni said.

“Your company doesn’t need two CEOs.And I’m not interested in stealing your job.Early morning meetings with Lianna don’t seem fun, based on your current mood.”

“They’d be more fun if you were with me.”

“Shared misery?”I asked.

He laughed out loud.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m going to go.”

He nodded, looking more like his usual amused self.

Edi, Bomir, and Marius were standing together by our desks when I emerged.Their conversation stopped suddenly, and they all looked at me.

Were they already thinking I was doing something with Konni because he’d met with me earlier and asked me to stay?

“Sorry to do this to you,” Bomir said, handing me a coffee.“But he’s nicer to new people.”

Relieved that was all they wanted, I nodded and took the coffee in for Konni.He watched me approach, humor still in his gaze.

Before I handed the cup over, I boldly took a sip.It was sickeningly sweet.

“How many pumps of vanilla do you have them put in there?And is that cinnamon?”

“Four vanilla, one cinnamon, and two shots of espresso.The rest is whole milk.”

“That can’t be healthy.”

He smirked and took a sip.His eyes glittered with gold.

“How many of those do you have a day?”I asked.

“Just one.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Edi called from outside the office.

I flushed a little when I realized they could hear our conversation, and Konni’s amusement climbed.

“How many?”I asked.

“Usually, three,” Bomir called.

“The executive break area already has an espresso machine,” I said.“Why don’t we just order the syrups and make your coffee here?Saves us time running around and the company money.”

“Are you offering to make me three coffees a day?”

I shrugged and nodded.How was making him a coffee here any different than the cocktails and mocktails I’d made him at Lunar Pulse?

“I’ve been told I’m a decent barista.”