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I nod appreciatively, my wet hair clinging to my shoulders.
I enter the closet where an array of clean shirts awaits me.
They’re neatly hung and arranged by color and style, proof of Jayden’s impeccable taste.
Silks, cottons, and linens in a variety of colors and patterns are displayed before me.
As I peruse the selection, my fingers brushing against the fine fabric, I select a crisp white shirt that catches my eye.
I emerge from the closet dressed in Jayden’s shirt and my pants from the previous day.
Jayden nods in approval. “I guess you’re all set.”
“Thank you for letting me borrow it,” I respond.
“It’s okay. I’ll be with you in about an hour.” Ge starts walking toward the bathroom. “You better be at the office on time.”
I take that as my cue to leave and hurry out of the house.
Regardless, wearing his shirt makes me feel a sense of closeness to him and, for a brief moment, I almost forget that he’s definitely not my friend but my boss.
Chapter eight
JAYDEN
As Carissa tells me about the meetings she has organized, all I can focus on is her mouth moving.
I don't hear the words.
She’s a lot different at work than the strange karaoke lady I first met. I have to admit I thought it was all an act at first, but now, having watched her closely and put her through so much, I realize she is actually just a girl committed to her work.
Not once has she hinted about the night we met. Not when I first started treating her cruelly and not even when I made her work overnight at my apartment.
Even better, I’ve yet to hear any rumors making the rounds at the office about that night.
She’s been as polite and dedicated to her job as she can be and hasn’t once questioned my character.
I must commend her.
To add to that, she’s actually been performing well in her tasks, though I can see how it’s taking a toll on her, having that much work to do.
As surprising as it may seem, I no longer wish for her to leave.
I actually enjoy having her around, and my new hobby is observing her.
Sometimes when she types away on her computer, I steal glances at her, analyzing every angle of her facial features.
I notice new things about her every day.
I only recently realized that she does have some poise in the way she walks and even when she does nothing but stand.
She rarely smiles in my presence, but I have caught her on one or two occasions smiling and laughing at Jesse’s jokes.
In the confines of my office, I find myself lost in thought, unable to escape the magnetic pull to steal glances at her every now and then.
She’s more than just my assistant.
She’s a presence that lingers in my mind long after our professional interactions in which I say the most and she says little or nothing.
