Only You (Sweet Torment 2)

“I understand.”

And I did. Kyros was obviously loyal, and he loved his cousin. I didn’t want to push, but the lack of details was simmering to a point of obsession. What happened with Leo?

“Well, it was a pleasure running into you, Paige.” Kyros smiled.

“You too.”

We took off in different directions. He ran toward Leo’s house, and I ran away.

Chapter Thirteen

I walked into Leo’s office, which was bustling with people. There was a busy, almost frantic, air in the room. It was Monday morning and here I thought I’d have to come up with ways to avoid talking about the other night. Thankfully, Leo looked busy. People were chattering and asking multiple questions at once, and Leo was going over papers on his desk and looking at his computer simultaneously. From the bits and pieces of multiple conversations flying around, it sounded like an important investor came through.

“Paige,” he said, not looking up at me.

Kyros stood with his arms crossed looking at the same thing Leo was while the accountant typed away on a laptop.

“Good morning.” I went to set his coffee down when I realized he already had some. My stomach instantly dropped. Getting him coffee was my job. If someone else already did my job then . . .

“Forgive me, sir, I didn’t realize you started early today.”

It was seven in the morning here, but in Greece, it was the middle of the day. He was talking back and forth with Kyros, half in Greek, half in English so I only caught bits about something going on with the sale of the slip in London.

Everyone looked to have been in full swing for at least an hour or more and yet, Leo didn’t call. Didn’t text. Like he normally would have if he needed me or was starting early.

“What’s with the sir shit?” he said, sparing me a glance that time. I hadn’t realized I’d called him that, but Leo obviously caught it. No one seemed to pause at the way he spoke. Though he did have a point. I didn’t call him sir. Sure he was my boss, but sir just took that notion to a whole new level.

When Leo had left the other night, I thought my job was secure. But was I wrong? Things felt like they had shifted. And that had me nervous. Taking a deep breath, I powered up my tablet and ran through the docket for today while everyone else effectively ignored me.

My mouth ran over details of his schedule but my mind churned with reasons why today felt different. I hadn’t spoken to Leo since Friday night when he left my bed.

Oh God . . . had Kyros spoken to him? After he realized what I’d done in driving off potential spouse number one? Was Leo super pissed? I didn’t relish the fact that I was thinking like a girl, and I definitely didn’t want to discuss my feelings, but something was off. And if I just fucked myself with this job because I fucked the boss—again—then I was going to have a breakdown.

“Sir?” I said a bit more sternly than I’d meant, and all eyes, including Leo’s, snapped to me.

“Yes, Miss Levine?” His blue gaze zeroed in on me. Like it did the other night. Watching. Waiting to see what I’d do. How I’d follow up my stupid notion of asserting power.

“May I have a word with you when you have a moment?”

He looked from my toes to my lips, making everything in between tingle.

“Gentlemen, will you excuse us for a moment?” Leo said.

Kyros and the accountant nodded and headed out with everyone else, shutting the door behind them.

“What can I do for you, Red?” he said.

I couldn’t tell if he was irritated with me or amused. But I was too worried I was on the ass end of losing my job. He already wasn’t calling when something happened. I felt these upcoming weeks, and that letter of recommendation, slipping from my fingertips.

“You have coffee,” I said.

He looked at the cup, then at the one I’d brought him. “Yes?”

“That’s my job.”

He stood to his full height and crossed his arms. “I’ve decided to change your job description.”

“Because of the other night?”