His Temporary Assistant

“Sure. Early.” She handed me the bag and my card.

I glanced outside to make sure there wasn’t another speeding biker in my future, then stopped at the door. “Oh, did you ever see that hot guy that came in last time I was here? I felt…something.”

Dre blushed. “He’s been in a few more times.”

“Talk to him.” I pointed at her. “I have a good feeling.”

She waved me off. “Have a good one, Ryan.”

“Don’t forget to call me for a reading.”

“I won’t.”

I hustled out and across the street. I was a good thirty minutes early for once, which had never happened to me in my life. I was either on time or five minutes late for pretty much everything. Early wasn’t my style.

It wasn’t as if I was eager…much.

I stopped in at the mail drop and sure enough there was a box from PMS’s fancy coffee place. I tucked it under my arm and headed for the elevator. In between juggling my parcels and not paying attention to my surroundings, I bumped into the senior Shaw at the threshold of the elevator.

He moved back and straightened his suit jacket. Even in this wilting heat, he was crisp and buttoned up. “Miss Moon, watch yourself.”

I readjusted my purse on my shoulder and forced myself not to stiffen. I really didn’t like this guy, or the way he reminded me of all the men who came in and out of my life. Suits and oily smiles with no backbone. I shouldered past him and slapped the button.

“I am one of your superiors, you know.”

I gave him a tight smile. “When hell freezes over,” I said just as the door started to close.

He gave me an icy glare and stormed off.

I dared him to try to pull rank on me. I was pretty sure Preston would stand up to him about it, simply because he really didn’t want to be without an assistant.

Sure, that was the reason.

I ignored that little voice and stalked off the elevator. The lights were on and Dexter was on the phone at my desk. I set my things down.

“What are you doing over here?” I asked as he hung up.

“Solicitor calls started coming through. I’m not sure who actually says yes to these robo-calls about an extended warranty on your car.”

I snorted. “Yeah, I have at least one of those a day. Did you turn on the phones early?” I took a peek at my phone and saw that I was still very early.

Dex sat on the corner of my desk. “Yeah, good ol’ Dad’s assistant did. Evidently, her qualifications don’t include actually handling the phones.”

I sat down and kicked the box of K-cups under my desk as the elevator opened again and Preston’s long-legged stride ate up the waiting area.

“Miss Moon?” He checked his watch. “It’s nice to see you on time this morning.”

I swallowed my gasp and managed to smile. How he was wearing a three piece suit in this heat, I had no idea, but it was ridiculously fitted and made him look taller and broader somehow at the same time. I cleared my throat. “I even brought gifts.” I unearthed the box of pastries and too

k a moment to collect myself.

Dexter snatched it out of my hands. “Oh, Honey Pot? You are a goddess.”

I leaned back in my chair and crossed my legs, feigning a relaxed vibe even as my pulse boomed in my ears. “You both finally realized this when it’s almost my last day.”

Preston’s gaze flicked down my legs and he swallowed, then met my gaze. His dark eyes were intense and far too focused for my liking. “Did you happen to find my coffee pods on your way up?”

I shook my head. “Nope.”