The Boss (Managing the Bosses 1)
“That’s strange,” her mother said to Christine.
Stephen grinned. “I’m sure he does that for all his personal assistants.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jamie’s face heated with anger this time. Alex had just done a sweet gesture. He didn’t have to, but he did. Why were they turning it into something else?
Christine kicked Stephen under the table. His audible ‘ow’ made her smile. “Someone like him isn’t going to sleep with my sister. Trust me on that one.”
Jamie suddenly wanted this night to be over. She faked a yawn and stood. “Thanks everybody for... for,” she tried to think of something they had done for her, “for coming this evening.” She waited for Stephen to get up so she
could leave.
“Let’s do this again next year!” Stephen watched her closely as she passed and reached to grab her coat. He tilted his head. “You’ve changed,” he said in an uncomfortably quiet voice. “I can tell you’re different.”
“Nope.” Jamie shook her head. “Same old me.” She glanced at the table with the beautiful brunette. “Thanks again,” she whispered to no one in particular, but wishing Alex would hear her from across the room.
Chapter 13
“Ms. Connors, have that report on my desk by tonight. I also need you to pick up my dry cleaning in an hour, and the people from the Anderson Company are coming in tonight so I need you to look at meeting room five and make sure it’s ready for them.”
“Okay.” Jamie marked everything in her tablet. “Do you want me to bring your dry cleaning up here to the office?”
He glanced down. “Is this suit wrinkled?”
She let her eyes travel slowly down and then up his handsome body. “It looks good to me,” she whispered.
“Then if you don’t mind just taking it home, I can grab it from you there.” He had made no mention of her birthday dinner two weeks ago, and neither had she.
He snapped his fingers. “I’ll also have MacBane bring dinner over. I asked him to make some for you as well.”
Jamie blinked, the word out of her mouth before she could catch it. “Why?”
He chuckled. “It’s going to be a very late night tonight and I’m not in the mood for takeout again. I can’t starve you, though people might think I’m starting to.” He smiled briefly before his expression became shuddered again.
He handed her a key ring. “Here’s the key to my place. You can drop my dry cleaning off and then pick the food up from the packed cooler in the kitchen.” He put it down on her desk and smiled at her again. “Thank you, Ms. Connors. I really appreciate it.”
Jamie nodded at him. “Of course, Mr. Reid.”
He sat down at his desk and looked down at his phone.
Jamie picked up the keys and went to grab her purse. Stretching her legs would feel good and she could pick the dry cleaning up on her way back to the house. Maybe even change quickly herself.
Christine called Jamie as soon as she walked out of the building. For a second she was sure Christine was staking out the building to see her comings and goings. But she dismissed the idea a second later. There was no way she would be that dedicated to anything.
“Hey, Jamie, are you busy?” Christine asked.
“I’m working, but I was sent on an errand, so if it’s quick—”
“I just need to know where to send the wedding favor stuff to.”
“Um, sure, yeah.” Jamie rolled her eyes. “Just send it to my office.”
“Your boss okay with that?”
“It’ll be fine. I’m in a bit of a rush, Christine. I’ll message you the address.” She stopped by her car. “You can just send it to your place and—”
“Jamie, you’re my maid of honor. I need you right now and you can’t spare a moment of your time?”
“I’ll send you the address. No problem.” She didn’t have time to argue. “Bye!” She shoved her phone in her pocket and reached for the car handle.