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I relaxed and was beginning to think that the tension from this morning had really just been because of my unfortunate choice of music, but then Winston started moving around the table with slow, deliberate steps. When I felt him behind me, I sucked in a breath. He wasn’t close enough that I could feel his body heat, but I still felt his presence. All that power and energy were inescapable.
When he dismissed the meeting, he waited for everyone to leave. I felt him watch my every move as I gathered my notepad. Was he thinking about this morning, or could he tell the effect he had on me?
I only took a deep breath when I was out of the meeting room.
My reprieve was brief, though. Ten minutes later, Winston called me into his office. When he looked up at me over his laptop, I broke out in a sweat. My lips were dry.
“Ms. Hensley. That keynote for this evening is still missing.”
“I sent it before the general meeting.”
“I don’t have it.” His tone was impatient. Oh, this infuriating man.
“Have you checked your spam folder? The attachment was large. Sometimes our servers flag that as spam.”
He clicked on his laptop twice. “It’s in spam.”
When he glanced up at me, I squirmed, feeling trapped in my spot. My skin simmered. I felt as if the distance between us had vanished.
I was not attracted to this man. He was moody and... my boss. I couldn’t be attracted to him. And yet, I was.
“Thank you,” he said.
“You’re welcome.” With a small nod, I hurried out of his office.
At lunch, everyone on our floor crammed into the kitchen, eating pizza and talking about the boss.
They were grilling me because I’d had more contact with Winston than anyone else, but honestly, I couldn’t tell them more than they already knew. The man was an enigma for me too. A sinfully hot enigma, but still.
When I returned, I passed Winston’s desk and heard him on the phone. He’d been talking to the same supplier since before I left for lunch. Had he eaten at all? It seemed unlikely.
Well, I couldn’t let him starve. The last thing we needed was for him to go into hangry mode.
Delivery would take a while, so I hurried to the food hall on the ground floor and had fun trying to guess what he’d like to eat. I ended up buying him a chicken sandwich. You couldn’t go wrong with that, r
ight?
He’d finished the phone call when I returned to his office. I knocked briefly at the door, even though it was open.
“I bought you a sandwich.”
He looked at me in surprise before rising from behind his desk, crossing the room to me. I tried to steel myself against all that sexiness and masculinity, but it was as pointless as it had been this morning in the boardroom.
Every step dripped with confidence, a hint of dominance, as if the world was his oyster. His for the taking.
“Thank you,” he said, taking the sandwich from me. The tips of our fingers touched. I felt as if he’d stroked my entire body. His gaze became even more intense.
“Figured you didn’t have time to grab lunch. It’s chicken.”
“And poison?” He gave me a half smile that made my heart beat faster. I couldn’t even imagine how I’d react if he’d flashed me a full-on smile.
He knew he wasn’t quite forgiven for his impatience before I cleared up the spam misunderstanding. Good.
“Can’t have that. I still need you to approve my vacation days, remember?”
“Did you have lunch?”
“Yes. Everyone else did. We order and eat together in the kitchen.”
