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“There’s not much more to tell. I asked who he was and he said I’d find out soon enough. He told me to trust him. Like that’ll happen.” I roll my eyes. “I asked for his name and he said to call him Mr. A for now.”
“Bitch! I knew you were holding back!” She points her finger in my face. “But it’s still not that exciting.” Again with the playful pout.
“I’m so sorry my life couldn’t entertain you more,” I tell her dryly.
“Mr. A, huh? Sounds mysterious and intriguing.” She looks contemplative for a moment, before she says, “I wonder if that’s the first letter in his first name. We just need…”
Just then, Mr. Knight’s door opens and out walks the man himself, putting our conversation to an end. Liv immediately jumps off my desk and scurries over to hers. Mr. Knight watches her, then points his mesmerizing green eyes my way. He lifts a dark trim brow, the one with the sexy eyebrow ring. As it’s coming up on the last hour of the day, the shadow of a beard and mustache are starting to appear. His lips are full and have just the right amount of color to them. They look very kissable. He looks hot as hell, and I should be tossed in hell for thinking it.
I drop my eyes from his and start straightening up the mess Liv made of my desk.
“Do you have the file I requested?” Mr. Knight asks, walking to my desk.
“Yes, sir. I have it right here.” I grab the folder and look back at him while I hold it out.
He’s stopped in front of my desk, but doesn’t reach for the folder. Instead, his eyes are pinned on me while he rolls the sleeves of his black dress shirt down, sadly covering up the beautiful tattoos he has, then buttoning the cuffs.
That’s another thing that makes Mr. Knight not the typical businessman. His shirts don’t consist of the traditional whites, light pinks, blues, or grays. His are of the dark variety: blacks, dark blues, dark grays, and so on. However, the darker colors match him better. I can’t imagine him wearing white.
I start to fidget in my chair after several seconds of him looking at me with his penetrating stare. It looks as though he’s trying to look inside of me. I can’t think of the first thing he would be interested in finding regarding me.
My hand holding the folder is still outstretched. I’m getting ready to lower it again when he reaches out and grabs it.
“Thank you, Poppy.” His voice is deep, and it does something to my insides. I can’t help the little tingle I get between my legs.
His lips quirk up, like he knows what he’s doing to my body. Heat creeps up my cheeks, and I once again lower my head. I wore my hair loose today, something I don’t do often because it’s so thick and in the way. It falls over one shoulder, so I grab the thick strands to toss them back.
“Your hair looks beautiful. You should wear it down more often.”
My eyes snap to his. His expression is neutral, giving nothing away as he looks at my hair, then back to my face. I have no idea how to react to his compliment. I’ve never been in this situation before with him. He’s always been nice to me, but it’s always been professional between us. He’s never revealed anything even remotely personal about himself. I work for the man, sometimes rather closely, but his communications toward me have almost seemed bored, like I barely exist. He’s never been rude per se, just not interested in interacting with me unless he has to. Not that what he said could be construed as anything other than him paying me a compliment. After all, it’s very rare I wear my hair down. I’m sure it’s just because he’s not used to it, therefore he noticed it. Either way, it makes me blush.
“Thank you,” I say awkwardly.
He smiles his gorgeous smile, taps the folder on the desk, turns on his heel, and walks back to his office, leaving the door open. Minutes later, he exits once again, now wearing his suit jacket, folder still in hand.
“Have a good weekend, Poppy. Olivia, I trust you’ll get your work done before you leave today?”
I look over to Liv and see she actually looks embarrassed, which causes me to grin. She doesn’t get embarrassed often, and for her to do so now is a sight to see. I’m enjoying watching it. Call it immature, but she deserves it. She’s embarrassed me enough over the last year. She needs a little dose of her own medicine.
“Yes, sir,” she grumbles.
“Good. I’ll see you ladies Monday.”
And with that, he marches to the elevators. They open right away for him and he steps inside before turning. His eyes meet mine for a split second before the doors close.
“What in the hell was that all about, and what is it about that man that makes my girly bits tickle?” Liv asks as soon as the doors close.
I spin in my chair to face her.
“Get to work!” I demand. “No more silly antics from you, young lady.”
She laughs, causing my own laughter to bubble out. I turn back in my chair and get started on the last minute tasks I need to do before I can start my weekend.
When the elevator dings, Liv and I step through the door.
I turn and lean against the mirrored wall and ask, “When do you and Tony leave?”
