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“How are you doing with all this?” While I wanted her for myself and always had, I wasn’t a complete asshole. “Are you okay?”
“That’s another thing,” she huffed. “I should feel way more upset about ending a three-year relationship than I am. I…honestly, I have no idea what we’d been doing these past few months.” The woman looked tired. “Even Steven hadn’t seemed that upset after accepting that it wasn’t going to work out anymore. It…it felt more like two roommates moving out on their own than a couple breaking up.”
“Wait, you’re moving out?”
Her beautiful face grimaced a bit. “Yeah, and…uhm…I was hoping that I could take some time this weekend to move. I mean, I haven’t found a place yet or anything, but I can always stay at a hotel until I find something. Steven needs to fly out Thursday for a business trip and won’t be back until Sunday, so I was going to start packing my stuff up this week to finally get all my stuff out on Saturday.”
She was moving out.
“So, since Steven will be out of town, who’s helping you move?”
“I haven’t thought that far ahead,” she admitted. “Besides, there’s not a whole lot to move. When Steven and I had agreed to move in together, I had moved into his place, so most of the furniture is his. I have like one bookshelf and a rocking chair that I found on sale.”
“Well, be that as it may, I’m not going to allow you to move your stuff by yourself,” I told her, not caring that I was crossing a line. In fact, I’d been waiting to cross this line for two fucking years, ethics and integrity be damned. “I can also help you find a place to stay.”
Her beautiful blue eyes widened. “Uh… that’s completely unnecessary,” she said graciously. “I mean, if anyone knows how busy you are, it’s me.”
“Nonsense,” I told her. “What kind of man would that make me to allow you to handle all of this on your own?”
“Uhm-”
“I can arrange a moving truck and-”
“No, really,” Merritt said as she stood up from the chair. “While I appreciate your offer, I just really need Saturday off. I can figure out the rest, Cutter.”
“Merritt-”
“If I need any help, I’ll let you know,” she offered as a way of a compromise, one that I had no intentions of honoring. “I just…I’m just still trying to wrap my mind around everything, so I…I’ve got it figured out, Cutter. Honestly.”
I gave her a terse nod. “Very well,” I lied. “Then let’s get as much done this week as we can, so that you can have your Saturday.”
She graced me with one of her stunning smiles. “Thank you,” she sighed. “I just…after asking for this past Saturday off, and then-”
I put my hand up to stop her. Little did she know that I’d give her a year off if it meant that she’d be single at the end of that year. Yeah, she was my personal assistant, but I didn’t care. I also didn’t care that she’d never shown one ounce of interest in me. She’d been in a committed relationship, so I was glad that she’d been nothing but professional these past two years. I would have thought differently of her had she’d shown me any interest.
“Merritt, if nothing else, you’ve earned this time,” I told her truthfully. “You’ve been with me for two years and have never complained about the workload, not once. At least, not to my face.”
She smiled again. “At least, not to your face.”
Yeah, she was the one.
Chapter 4
Merritt~
While there were a lot of issues with working for someone like Cutter Moore, the last thing that I needed was another one of my own making. For two years, I’d done my best to ignore how gorgeous he was, but now that I was single, I had no idea how I was going to manage it. Though I’d been in love with Steven and would never cheat, my eyes still worked. Honestly, I should have seen the writing on the wall when I’d started to notice Cutter more than usual a few months ago.
At thirty-four, Cutter Moore was over six-feet-tall, had dark auburn hair, bright hazel eyes, a face that reminded you of an aristocratic heritage, and a dimple that popped out on the right side of his cheek when he was smiling or annoyed. He also had a body that saw the gym religiously, and the only reason that I knew that was because there’d been plenty of times when I’d been summoned to his penthouse to pick up papers or whatever. The man looked like a Greek god in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and there’d been lots of times that I’d felt guilty for thinking that.
Granted, I was getting way ahead of myself with such foolish thoughts. Cutter was gorgeous, intelligent, ruthless, and a freakin’ billionaire, so the man could have any woman that he wanted or more than one woman, honestly. So, the last thing that he needed to do was cross the line with his assistant and possibly ruin that relationship. Any successful CEO would tell you that competent secretaries, assistants, or personal confidants were worth their weight in gold, and I was good. Hell, anyone that could keep up with Cutter Moore’s pace had to be good.
Nonetheless, I was single now, and the fact that I wasn’t that broken up about it was proof enough that my relationship with Steven had probably been over a while back. So, moving forward, all I had to do was remind myself that Cutter was my boss, a billionaire, and could do better. Plus, he didn’t strike me as the type that was looking for love at his age. He still had mountains to conquer, and I had no doubt that he’d conquer them all when the time came.
A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts, and a part of me wondered if Cutter had hired movers after all. When I’d gone to research moving companies, I had quickly realized that the cost hadn’t been worth the few boxes that needed moving. Plus, since I hadn’t found a place yet, most of the boxes were headed towards storage anyway, so it really wasn’t that big of a deal.
Opening the door, I was shocked to find Cutter standing on the other side, no movers in sight. “Cutter?”
“I’m here to help you move,” he announced like it was the most natural thing in the world.
