Page 17 of The Office Guest

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“Do you need dinner, too?”


“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Please don’t make me.”

“Okay, I won’t,” he says. “I’ll see you soon.”

Not wanting Dante to stay up and wait for me, I send him a message.

Working late and sleeping in at the office. I’ll call you tomorrow.

* * *

Dominic isoutside waiting for me when the driver pulls in front of headquarters.

He opens the back door for me and reaches for my hand. Then he drapes his coat over my shoulders before leading me inside the building.

I avoid staring at him as we board the elevator, but I can feel him watching my every move until we reach his floor.

“Where do you want to work tonight?” He ushers me into his opulent office suite. “My anteroom or my side conference room?”

“The latter, but I don’t want to jump into any assignments yet.”

“That’s the entire reason you’re here.”

“I accidentally left my laptop and all the spreadsheets at home.”

A smile crosses his lips. “Of course, you did, Miss Grey.”

“I’m also tired from decorating all day.”

“How shocking.”

“So, um, if it’s okay with you, I’ll take a quick nap on one of your couches first. Then I’ll do some work.”

He laughs and walks over to the linen closet. “I can’t believe I put up with this shit…”

Taking off my shoes, I plop onto the large red sofa that overlooks downtown.

“How’s Amy?”

“Alive and well.” He tosses a couple of blankets toward me. “She thinks I’m attracted to you.”

“Tell her that you’re not.”

“Why would I lie?”

“I’m sure you’re attracted to a lot of women here, so she’s probably used to it.” I move my head as a pillow flies my way. “If I see her, I’ll tell her that I’ve recently stopped trying to poison you, and she has nothing to worry about.”

I wait for him to laugh, but he’s staring at me intently.

“Why the hell are you working here, Georgia?”

“I have bills, and I like being one step away from homelessness.”

“I’m serious, Georgia.” He moves closer. “Why are you working an office job?”

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