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He isn’t Harry.
5
Caleb
Kendall has always been a smart girl, but this exceeds even my expectations.
I wasn’t expecting her to take the initiative. But she has. And it’s surprising how she’s created reports that don’t even require a second draft, precise, accurate, well-informed.
I wasn’t expecting all this but if she can handle this much, I wonder what else she can handle.
I spend the next few weeks, taking her to business meetings, asking her to voice her opinions afterward. Her business savvy mind is a treasure to unfold. And side by side, the more time she spends in my company, she’s starting to drop this persona that she’s been wearing and I see flashes of temper at times, barely veiled irritation, a charming wit that has only developed over the years.
What’s stunning to realize through it all is my own growing attraction to her. It’s not unwelcome, but it’s definitely something I hadn’t considered. I don’t know what it is about her that makes it difficult for me to focus at times.
It also doesn’t help to know that Kendall attracts male attention like flames to a moth. The fact that she’s so oblivious to her own charm barely appeases me.
I walk out of my office, wondering when lunch is going to arrive, only to find Kendall talking to the delivery guy. Or, to be more precise, he’s talking to her.
From the glazed look in her eyes, he’s talking at her.
“Kendall.” My voice is quiet, disapproving.
She automatically turns to look at me, unable to hide the relief in her eyes. “Sam was just leaving,” she says, quickly. And she quickly gets rid of the disappointed man.
He is persistent though, even as he walks away. “Well, if you need a guide to the—”
Not knowing why I feel so threatened, I walk over and slam the door in his face, saying shortly, “She doesn’t.”
In the silence that follows, I realize that my actions weren’t exactly very professional.
However, Kendall doesn’t seem to be bothered. “Well, that was rude,” she says lightly.
I walk over to where she’s plating the food and I scowl. “What was he offering you?”
“Hank’s a part-time tour guide and—”
“You’re on a first-name basis with him?” I practically choke out.
She gives me an odd look. “Well, you do order Vietnamese food a lot from this place. I can hardly pretend to not know him every time he delivers the food.”
“Switch restaurants,” I order.
She looks puzzled. “What on earth for?”
Right now, I’m starting to miss the meek woman who accepted my demands without even thinking to question them. “I don’t like him,” I say shortly and retreat into my own office.
Kendall follows me. “You don’t even know him.”
I glare at her as she sets the plates down. “I know his type. And I can’t have you distracted when we have such a major project going on.”
Her lips part at the stunned look on her face, which turns to thrumming anger. “Distracted? I’m being polite to him.” She sits down at the little coffee table across from me, scowling adorably.
I know if I push this, she’ll start thinking why this bothers me so much. And that’s not a good idea. Because even I’m not sure why this is bothering me, except that seeing her so friendly with a man makes me feel threatened. So, I change the subject, “You’ll be moving into your new apartment tomorrow. Do you have everything sorted out?”
“You mean packed?” Kendall looks irritated. “I would have but I’ve been working overtime for the past two weeks. It’s not like I’ve had the time.”
I can’t say I fault her.
