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“Your raise. Congrats, by the way. You must be doing astellarjob.”
How wrong would it be to slap the head of HR? “Yep, I sure am. You really can’t get employees like me nowadays. The big fella in there finally realizes my worth.”
Theresa’s fake smile falls.
“You know what? You can leave these here, and I’ll bring them to you. Want to make sure everything is correct. No spelling errors and whatnot.” I can practically hear her teeth grinding.
“They need to be submitted by the end of the day.”
“Sure thing!” Without another word, she whips around and disappears back to her office. “Bitch,” I mumble under my breath. Seriously, what’s everyone’s problem?Well,they all think you’re sleeping with the boss.Pfft. Sighing, I wake up my computer and read over the mile-long to-do list Theo emailed me earlier.
When I finally look up, it’s just past five o’clock. Theo is stuck on a call, so I wave goodbye, reminding myself everything between us is all in my head. The possessive and lust-filled looks he gives me are a figment of my imagination.
I need to nip this toxic attraction in the bud. Take a nice set of clippers and chop it off at the root. I definitely don’t need to go to this dinner. It’s wrong. Whatever the reason, he shouldn’t take me. The smart thing would be to text him and say I’m not feeling well and can’t make it. I climb up the three flights to my apartment, slowing my steps when I see a man standing outside my door, holding a large box.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
“Miss Evans?”
“Maybe. Who wants to know?”
The man laughs, extending his arm. “Fredrick, honey. Mr. Monroe sent me. I have a special delivery.”
“What’s in the box?”
“The most beautiful dress we carry. Do you need help getting ready? I brought my styler kit. You could probably use some help with that hair.”
I scrunch my nose. “Messy buns are in right now.”
“Baby girl, that’s a nest. Come on. Let’s get you inside. Mr. Monroe will be eating out of the palm of your hand when I’m done with you.”
Yeah. . . that’s the opposite of what I need. Can we replace hands with puss—ugh, what’s wrong with me? I’m clearly sexually deprived. It’s the only explanation. I’m strung out on this whole boss fantasy.
I shake off my insanity. “Yep. Sure. Any chance you can make me into a hot blonde?” He looks at me like I’m crazy. “It was worth a shot.” I unlock my door and wave him in. “Let’s see what’s in that box.”
“Jesus.”
“Right? Girl, even I have a hard-on. Wow.”
Wow isn’t the word. I think I might cry.
“Fay, honey, what’s wrong?” Fredrick panics.
“Nothing. It’s just. . . I don’t think I’ve ever looked this pretty.”
“Girl, pretty doesn’t cut it. You look stunning.”
I stand in front of my full-length mirror, staring at the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. The dark, emerald-green silk falls to the floor, the halter neckline wrapping around my neck, exposing my entire back. My hair brushes my shoulders in thick, beautiful waves, and my makeup is perfection.
“You must be something special to him. He’s going to have a heart attack when he sees you.”
I slap him on the chest. “Nice try. I know you’re fishing, but for real. I’m just his assistant, remember? And he’s not that old, but I look good, right?” I bite my lower lip, but a giggle slips out. “Sorry, that’s being—”
“Girl, you need to own this. You look hot.I’dalmost do you.”
“Why, thank you,” I smirk, shimmying my shoulders. The buzzer sounds, indicating Theo’s downstairs.
“Your prince has arrived. Here.” He hands me a tube of lipstick. “This is a gift from me. Enjoy your evening. I’m going to sneak out.” He kisses my cheek, gathers his stuff, and shows himself out.
