of the ideas needed tweaking. Typically I kept my mouth shut unless he asked for my opinion, but today, I might not be a

t always huffed when I pulled them out. Worried you'll lose that dying technology? Yo

such

ss that made me feel sexy and confident then gr

I wanted to get this meeting over with. I was already hung

d them to knock assertively, but my hand betrayed me,

arried passed th

minimal design and lack of personality. Mr. Craft was a straightforward man, not wanting anyone to know about his pe

ractically hanging out. If Craft turned his head, his face would be between the tall redhead's boobs. Was I s

s curt, and the young intern attempted not to look crushed. She looked well put-together, but that still didn't mean an

rom his screen. She lifted her chin as she walked by me, her emerald green eyes sparkling as i

pers, thumbing through them while I stood

omorrow?" I finally asked, stepping into his roo

sed yet seemed distracted at the same time. The product that styled his hair perfectly was losing its mold. By the way his hand moved fro

rewed her while I was creating t

was assertive, and I obeyed. I needed to work on standing up for myself. Maybe th

out a chair for me to sit down. It was a gesture I wasn't used to in my everyday life. I hadn't had a boyfriend who was as cordial like Craft. He a

thing, at least not with me. He rarely met my gaze. The fact I always made

while he waited

e, I took a seat, my breath hitching when he

" he grumbled in refere

ghed, shoving my USB

e glance. "I asked you to save

have a backup in case

ogy doesn't fail us, it's the

pompous

imply prefer to be prepared

on my attitude. "Issues? What kind of issu

ternet going down?" I cou

hotspots, for the rare occas

bad? Everyone knows the internet goes flaky

had issues. Maybe you should c

on comes in and zaps out

t me. "If that outrageous prediction happens, w

s right. "Why does it matter? As long as

se your dying technology an

ickly inserted the port a

ting myself to take notes on my iPad a

is hard exterior that usually held a scowl wasn't there. R

awkwardness of him staring at me made me un

a seat next to me, focusing

ng me add and take away information to his approval. He never gave compliments or ask

he pondered if my slide creations were up to p

assment. "Sorry," I mumbled, standing f

e deadpanned, leaning back in his chair

ng. Typically I eat at noon, but since you

oulder to see his reaction. I shouldn't have snipped at him, but I

ow blood sugar

sn't amusing.

you'd speak up and say you needed to

his insensitivity. The sparkle in his eye dared

in that damn chair. I'd need to go for a run after work today. That'd help loosen me up s

tinued to the last slide. "What do you think about this one?

ack. Did something fall on me? Did a large spider prop

standing behind me, his focus away from the computer screen a

p formed in my throat. He most definitely was t

with my increased breathing. Did he realize what he

, his hand slowly moving to my hip. "

pened my mouth that a coherent word would es

as hyper aware of his body now, sure he'd at any moment

and moving from my hip back to my lower back. "I need to

ant? Was he feeling me out, seeing if this was something I was

them in place, his breath steady and in control. He was always so calm and collected in ev

nly reacting because he was so fucking gorgeous, not because I had actual feelings toward him. I'd have to be cohesive with his personali

brushing along the side of my neck. I opened my mouth, only to close it again. I didn't know how to respond. I didn't want to cross the line my body was trying to shove me over. It was

orcing me to look over my shoulder and meet his