The call disconnects before I can tell him exactly where he can shove that opinion.
For a moment, the office is too quiet.
Then Lilly says, “He seems nice.”
“He’s not.”
“He seems happily married.”
“That doesn’t make him nice.”
Her mouth twitches, and I look down at the file because I don’t need to see that smile.
Not when Eric’s damn words are still sitting in the room between us.
Best thing that ever happened to me.
I close the folder and push it back toward her. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“What?”
“That he thinks you’re useful.”
Her smile comes slowly, and I force my attention away before I do something stupid like smile back.
“I don’t need to let his words go to my head,” she says with just enough sass to grab my attention. “I know I’m useful.”
Of course she does.
And dammit, I’m starting to know it too.
Chapter Six
Luke
I still don’t knowwhat the hell I was doing agreeing to this. It’s only been one day, and I’m already pretty sure I won’t be able to make it through another day. Let alone thirty more.
Not because she’s incompetent.
If anything, that’s the problem.
Well, part of it.
My office hasn’t looked this organized in years. Okay, it’sneverlooked this organized.
Every file is accounted for. Every deadline is flagged. And there are folders for things I didn’t even know I needed.
Lilly’s somehow figured out my system, or lack of one, and imposed order on it without asking for permission or forgiveness.
And this is only the start.
She’s alreadytoldme that she’ll be tackling my emails next.
She’s efficient and precise.
And entirely too distracting.
I lean back in my chair and drag a hand over my face, staring at the neat stacks on my desk as if they might explain to me how this level of organization happened in only a few hours, and I know I’m screwed.
