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She sets her jaw. "Yes, I do."
"Trust me, you don’t."
"You don’t understand. You’re confident and in control of your destiny. You can do what you want, when you want, how you want, and no one’s going to stop you."
"Who’s going to stop you?"
She opens her mouth, then seems to catch hold of herself. "Doesn’t matter."
"Of course, it matters. Everything you say or think matters."
She flushes a little. "That’s not a very professional thing to say."
You make me forget what is to maintain a professional relationship. In fact, I’d rather we skip the professional etiquette and head to the more personal stuff and—what the—!I stiffen.Why is it that talking to her tempts me to break the vow I made to myself?In the three years since my last relationship, I haven't been with another woman. I haven’t been interested in much else, except spending time on my own. I used to hang out with the Seven, but it became too painful to see Ava with Baron, so I reduced the amount of time I spent with them.
After leaving the church, and after fucking up the opportunity I had with Ava, I travelled the world, searching for a challenge, a focus, anything to get my mind off what I could not have. It’s what led me to accept the post of the General Manager for the London Ice Kings, and now, the role of the CEO of the Davenport group of companies.
Perhaps that’s what she is—a challenge. Is that why I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind since I met her?
"You’d prefer for us to keep our relationship professional?"
"Is that a trick question?" She frowns.
"You want control over your destiny. This is me giving you the chance to define this relationship."
She rubs at her temple. "You’re confusing me. There shouldn’t even be a choice here. You’re my boss. I’m your assistant, who’s been working for you for less than a day. Of course, I want our relationship to be professional."
"Okay."
She seems taken aback. "That’s it? Okay?"
"You seem disappointed."
"What? No." She shakes her head. "It’s the right thing. The only thing possible between us is a professional relationship, after all."
I look up at her. "If you’re going to work for me, the first thing you need to do is remove the idea that anything is 'impossible' from your vocabulary."
She thinks it over, then shakes her head again. "I disagree. Certain things are not done."
"Like what?"
"Like fraternizing in the workplace, for one."
"If you’d bothered to check the employee contract, you’d know that there is no clause that prohibits employees from engaging in a relationship. As long as it doesn’t impact their performance, I don’t care."
Her gaze narrows. "Everything has a consequence. You can turn a blind eye to everything but the money you’re making, and it’s only going to end up hurting you."
"Worried about me?"
She scoffs, "You can take care of yourself."
"But who’s going to take care of you?"
She folds her arms across her chest. "I don’t need you looking out for me."
"You’re my employee. Of course, I’m going to look out for you."
"You don’t seem to have the same interest or concerns about anyone else."
