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…nooffice romances.
Yeah, there’s no hope for us.
I have to put this little attraction aside and get on with work.
Because that is what I am hired to do.
Work.
And that is what I am going to do.
Not think about how amazing Blake looks or smells or how his dimples dip in when he smiles.
Fuck! Focus, Zoey.
“Blake is one of my bosses, Starshine. It’s not a thing you do with your boss. Anyway, I don’t think dating is in the cards for me right now. But getting you home to a nice, warm shower and some dinner and then bed is. That’s my main goal right now.”
Hailee giggles. “Okay, Mom.”
Right! I’m glad we got that sorted.
If only I could get the rest of my life figured out, too, then that would be great.
If only!
CHAPTER FOUR
Blake
Monday Morning
Friday night keeps playing over and over in my mind.
Zoey’s ex seems like a real piece of fucking work.
It’s no wonder she left the fucked-up douche.
What I can’t fathom, though, is why she puts up with him treating her and Hailee that way. Surely, she can cut him out?
But it’s not up to me to think about such matters.
I’m not part of Zoey’s life.
She merely works for me.
The thing is, these past two years, having my office opposite Zoey’s, I’ve had the perfect view of her, and I get to see her every damn day. And there is something about her. She’s so fucking beautiful. Enticingly so. There’s nothing fancy about her. No designer outfits or outstanding features. She’s a natural-looking woman, but I like that about her. She doesn’t pretend to be someone she isn’t. Zoey doesn’t straighten her long, blonde hair or curl it. It has this kind of a kink to it when she wears it down, and it’s so uniquely her. It always makes me smile when she tosses it over her shoulder when she is on a call. Right now, as if on cue, I can predict when she’s going to flick it. I watch her that much.
Stalker tendencies?Perhaps, but who wouldn’t watch something so enticingly gorgeous? She’s like a siren calling to me, asking me to look but not allowing me to touch.
I know her so well that even her routine is firmly in my mind. Like just after lunch, she will always reapply her lipstick. Always the same shade. And at precisely two in the afternoon, on the dot, she goes to the breakroom and grabs herself a cupcake.Without fail.
The thing I have learned about Zoey over these past two years is she loves structure. She strives for routine. Being organized is her thing. The woman excels at it, and it’s why she is so damn good at her job. It’s how she keeps the rest of us fuckers in line. Let’s be honest, Ensure Asset Management would fall apart without her at the helm guiding this ship into the harbor every single day.
She is the glue that binds this place together.
I may not talk to her a whole bunch other than work-related matters, but I feel like I know her inside and out merely by watching her so closely, which is why I need to keep my distance.
Friday night proved that to me.
