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Please let that not be my boss.
“They are offering three hundred million for a five-year licensing deal.” A new voice hisses.
Why does that voice ring a bell in my head?
“Don’t care. It’s not always about the money. It’s about ethics. I don’t trust them.”
Heavy footsteps stomp closer to us.
Debbie goes to her desk, grabs a candy jar, and winks at me, “Chocolate helps sweeten everyone up.” She holds the bowl up as if it were Halloween and the CEO was a trick-or-treater.
I glance down and note the four other candy jars on her desk.
“You’d be wise to get a few sweets for your desk. You’d be shocked how many people pass by to grab candy and then linger longer to gossip. It’s up to us to be the eyes and ears of this place. The CEO steers the ship, but it’s us secretaries that keep everything afloat.”
“Wise woman,” I reply.
“Thank you, dear,” she smiles, grabs a candy, and tosses it to me. “You’ll need that after. I can tell they’re in a bad mood already.”
The door to the office pushes open, and two tall men come barreling through. My hand grabs the candy bar as my eyes widen.
No way. No freaking way.
My new boss stops in his tracks. His eyes widen, narrow, then widen again. “Pumpkin?”
Chapter 23
Poppy
Julian is Mr. Sterling, the CEO of Sterling Defense.
My new neighbor is my boss!
Oh my god, get me a shovel so I can dig a hole to hide in.
I look down at my desk; maybe I should duck and hide under it.
I kissed my boss this morning!
My cheeks are so hot they feel nuclear. My knees start to sag as if I were a snail and my body was a shell I could retreat into.
What do I do?
Should I pretend his tongue wasn’t making my ovaries shout for joy, maintain professionalism, or act like he’s just another stranger?
“Oh, stop it!” Debbie grumbles, then shoves a piece of chocolate towards him; when he doesn’t accept it, she tucks it into his arm sling, “You know her name isn’t Pumpkin; it’s Poppy.”
She glances up at me, “Ignore him. You’re meeting him after a meeting with his brother. He’s always an ass after having to deal with him.”
I look back at Julian and feel goosebumps ripple over my skin. He’s wearing the same pants he had on this morning, but now he’s got on a white dress shirt and navy tie. His jaw is slack, but his eyes darken with suspicion.
Oh, Lord! He thinks I knew he was my boss. I can see it now. I must look like a crazy stalker. I moved next door to him, showed up at his work…, and I’m never going to get to taste those lips again.
“Poppy!” The man next to him steps forward with a wide grin and devilish eyes.
“Kent,” I mutter in shock. He looks totally different in a suit; he is more professional but also more dangerous. I could handle him dressed as the boy next door, but in a suit, it’s like dancing with the devil.
I take a step back and bump into my desk.
