RO

was walking on eggshells around him, taking care to

the roses, he merely grunted and sent me on another assignment. On top of that, I'd been to Starbuc

ose to pullin

ome. Thankfully I'd worn my favorite pair of sneakers to work today so I didn't have to be marching around in heels. Nathaniel ignored me for most of t

, though I wouldn't know.

haniel's secretary, Doris, when we got back to the office. It made both our jobs easier if she was u

into my new job and it felt like my knees were about to break.

uro

all four men staring back at me.

wn into a frown. "I don't p

all the money I could get out of it, but I held my tongue. I'd only just gotten this

your personal problems either,"

and today he was being a dickhead. "I apologize. Sir." The

ant." I recognized the speaker as Mr. Boswell. He was an older man in his early sixties, with a g

y mouth before I could

rek Tech and it would do me much good to shut my mouth and let him talk all the crap he wanted. After all, I was

ke but when I looked at Nathaniel, he was

ees." His voice was calm, hard, firm. I was flattered that he felt the need to defend me because

heard him. "I've had a few personal assis

of enjoying a Latina. Maybe it's time I rectify that," one of the othe

. "I won't stand here and let you insult me because you think you're better

d then at Nathaniel, like he couldn't imagine talking ba

hat?" he asked Nathaniel, his brows furrowi

e lady was only giving you

with the boss and he wasn't going to be the first. I watched him scramble for somet

h me, then fine. If you don't, I won't fault you for walking away." I noticed how extremely diplomatic Nathaniel

an ass to me, they wouldn't have felt the need to be asses too-I was th

and me standing on the golf course

ldn't have done th

t? The ri

ing just cost you m

ng his face to the sky. "It wasn't mean

you were about to do

that caused my breath to hitch- "

d calmer, would it backfire a second time? He seemed to deeply care about her and if my marriage was a total fa

d him, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. H

, God, he was staring at my lips. Was he going to kiss m

venating. I wondered if he was this possessive toward all hi

ed off to answer the call, shame filled me along with the realization that I