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Annie
“We’ve got some packages for you,” the guy from the mailroom says.
I turn around from my desk and see two guys there, each with a dolly carrying two boxes.
“Seriously?” I peer over the edge of my desk and see Coddle’s name on the return address label. “Give me one sec.” I pick up my phone and call Enzo’s extension.
“Yes?”
“Mind if I let the mailroom guys in?”
“Sure. And then order us lunch. Billy’s kid is sick. It’s just us today.”
I sink down in my chair. Why didn’t I know about Billy? Because I’m not on the need-to-know list.
“Is that a problem, Miss Stewart?”
I sit up straight in my chair. “No. I’ll let them in.”
He hangs up, and I stand. Now I have to be alone with Enzo for an entire day? God help me. The faster we get through this, the faster I can become a junior ad exec and work with someone else.
“Follow me.” I round the desk and open the door to Enzo’s office.
“Mr. Mancini.” They each nod to him in hello. “Where would you like these?”
“Over by the couches.” He absentmindedly points, clearly distracted by whatever he’s looking at on his computer.
They do as he says and say their goodbyes.
“Thanks, guys.” He nods, sliding his chair from his desk.
He’s wearing a brown suit today. He’s almost always in black, blue, or grey, but the brown somehow pulls out his olive skin tone even further, and the blue tie adds a flash of color. I wonder if he has a personal shopper who puts his looks together? Probably. His suits are obviously tailored and cost way more than anything in my closet.
“Miss Stewart.”
His voice is close, and I blink, finding him right in front of me. His hand touches my arm in an are-you-okay manner, not in an I-know-you-were-daydreaming-about-me way. Thank God.
I smile. “Yes?”
He sits down on the couch, opens the pocketknife in his hand, and cuts open the box. How long was I daydreaming that I never even saw him grab the Swiss Army multi-tool thingy?
“Are you joining me?” He looks up at me through his long eyelashes.
If we had babies, would ours be blessed with those gorgeous lashes? Oh. My. God. What is wrong with me? This is ridiculous. I’m not even close to the kind of woman he’d go for.
“Yes, of course.” I walk over and bury my head in a box. “There’s so much in here.”
He flashes me a cocky smile. “Part of the perks.”
“Too bad it’s not beauty items.”
He tosses me a colorful box, and I catch it at the last minute.
“I think you’re the only one of us who will use these.”
I forgot that Coddle has a whole line of health-related items. Cue the mortification as I look at the box of tampons in my hand. My cheeks heat, and I have no idea why. It’s a natural thing, and what do I care what Enzo Mancini thinks? Women get their periods. Big deal.
