Page 19 of His Temporary Assistant

Dre came back with a canvas bag. “Sorry, I only have reusable ones.”

Silver Eyes smiled at her again. “That’s a good thing.”

Dre pinked up again. “Gotta do my part.”

As much as I appreciated the romantic dance going on around me, I had to get this stupid sweater off to see just how much trouble I was in.

Dre and Silver Eyes helped me get each sleeve off. Dre gasped.

“Ugh, how bad?”

“Not bad at all,” Silver Eyes muttered.

Dre gave him a quick look. He shrugged with a wolfish smile.

“That’s some jewelry, Ry.” Dre held out the bag for me to dump the sweater inside. It was one of my favorites. Hopefully, I could salvage it with a soak tonight.

“Oh, crap.” I’d forgotten about the low back on the dress and the tiny straps. Hence the sweater. “Not exactly business casual.”

Dre pressed her lips together against a laugh.

“You’ll be a hit at the office,” Silver Eyes said with a grin.

My phone rang again. I blew out a breath, and then shoved the fritters bag into my purse. “Thanks, Dre. Sorry about the bag.”

“All good.” She crossed her arms. “I wish I had something I could give you to wear. Don’t think my array of aprons will work.”

I laughed. “No, not really. Wish me luck.” I wiped cream filling from my upper arm.

“Preston’s gonna love that.”

Pretty sure Dre meant to say that under her breath, but I didn’t have time for another witty answer. I glanced up at the clock in the square with a groan.

“Definitely not going to make a good impression today.” I crossed the street to the large building where Shaw’s office was located. My phone rang again as I opened the door. “Oh, shut up.” I checked the directory before I slapped the button on the elevator.

I dug out the baby wipes I kept in my bag for emergencies. I went through half the pack by the time I got to the fourth floor. Cripes, I even had frosting on my damn neck. I was debating taking off my body jewelry since it was on display now, but the door slid open and made the decision for me.

Whatever I’d been prepared for was a million years away from the man standing before me.

Dear goddess, please don’t be my boss.

My gaze travelled up and up. He was all angles from his jawline to his broad shoulders to the tapered waist accentuated by the cut of his suit. Even his cheekbones were severe and hollowed out in annoyance. Dammit, he even had the little muscle flex in his upper jawline that said danger! Danger, I’m pissed off.

He lifted his chin and looked down his nose at me, which effectively cooled my panties.

Sort of.

I hooked my bag over my shoulder and sauntered out of the elevator. The only thing I could do at this point was try to pull off this outfit.

My bracelets shimmied down my arm to brush my hand. The chains of my necklace shifted under my dress and the crystals down my back felt warm. I liked to think they were doing their job to keep all my shit together, but it was probably the heat of the August day.

“Miss Moon?”

“Mr. Shaw.” I just knew he was my boss. This was exactly how my day was going.

“You’re egregiously late.”

I pulled the crushed sack of fritters out of my bag and handed it to him as I walked by. “I’d explain the ridiculous start to my day, but it would probably bore you. Nor would you believe it.”

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