Staff who had been with me for years were afraid to tell me that a meeting had been moved. This girl was telling me, very saucily at that, that I should do something for myself and get my hands dirty.

This wasn’t an extremely late school boy crush. I was falling for this angel. Hard.

“Perhaps someday,” I said.

Forcing myself to get back to the task at hand, I wondered how to explain my predicament. “You’ve studied some psychology, yes?”

“A little.”

“Have you ever come across studies that explain what makes some people likable, and others not?”

Emily turned to face me a bit more, her knee nearly brushing mine. As she opened those perfect lips to speak, Sandra rushed in with a tray, setting it in front of us.

“Close the door.”

The second the door clicked shut, Emily smacked me on the shoulder. “You forgot to say please and thank you.”

My cock lurched to attention in my pants, as heat coursed through my veins. I loved that she wasn’t afraid of me. The lust circling deep in my core loved it far too much.

Her eyes flared as she gasped. “Oh my god, Mr. McHenry, I’m so sorry, I–”

I grabbed her hand, holding it between us. “That’s perfect, actually. You’re precisely what I need, Emily. Someone to tell me when I’m being an asshole, and how to fix it.”

Again with that adorable head tilt. “Didn’t your parents teach you basic manners?”

“They died when I was fifteen. I finished university at nineteen. Took over this company at twenty-four. Nobody dares correct me.” My thumb grazed gently over her palm. “Except you. You’re going to fix me, Emily.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“You were honest,” I said, inadvertently leaning closer. “You can’t understand how refreshing that is for me.”

“What do you mean?”

Emily was shifting toward me as well. My gaze flickered between her beautiful eyes and perfect lips.

“Apparently I’m cold,” I said, as my tongue ran over my bottom lip. “But somehow around you... I feel that you’re going to help me warm back up to the world.”

With a start I realized that there was a chance anyone could walk by the glass window and see us sitting far too close together, with her hand in mine.

Leaning back, I released her hand but didn’t drop my smile. I nodded at her cup. “Try your coffee.”

Her nose crinkled as she glared at me adorably. “Try again.”

She clearly had no idea how devastatingly hot I found her sauciness. “Please, Emily,” I said slowly, “If it’s not too much trouble, I’d appreciate it if you tried your coffee.”

She positively grinned, then lifted her cup. I tried mine as well, which was perfect. As always.

“Wow,” she murmured, “This is great.” She took another sip, then tossed her hair over her shoulder, looking at me so sweetly it was physically difficult not to pull her into my arms. “How did you know exactly what I like?”

“Lucky guess,” I muttered, standing up rather uncomfortably.

Walking over to my desk, I picked up the phone. “Sandra,” I paused, glancing to Emily, “Could you please ask Richard to bring me a new laptop? Top of the line. Thank you.”

To her credit, Sandra managed to keep most of the surprise from her voice. “Of course, sir.”

Turning, Emily’s smile made my own lips bend up to a level that was very strange for me. I would have thought that all of this senseless smiling would feel unnatural. But any time Emily was in the room, it just happened.

It almost felt...good.

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