Page 50 of Dream Chaser

Eleanor went to her desk, shrugging. “Or she just trusts you, which isn’t a bad thing at all for a girl trying to divorce a man who let her down.”

The conversation with Sean sprang to my mind. The attorney he recommended had yet to call me. I hoped he would soon so Nova could set the divorce in motion.

I swallowed a frustrated groan, pressing a fist to my mouth. I’d brushed Eleanor and Asher off, but I did care. Too much. More than what was appropriate for a boss. With what I’d seen with my ex-boss, it was hard not to hate myself for that.

Work swallowed me for the next hour. I was so engrossed in spreadsheets I nearly missed the click of heels approaching.

Nova stepped into the office, bringing the scent of her floral perfume.

“Well, there she is,” Eleanor chirped. “Mr. Guerrero was worried.”

“Wasn’t,” I mumbled just as Nova dropped her purse onto the chair.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I didn’t expect to take so long, but they wanted to know more about Asher and us, and I couldn’t just leave.”

I took in her flushed cheeks and the gleam in her eyes. Then my gaze slid down her waist to the curve of her hips. Her gray tailored pantsuit had no business looking this hot on her. Then again, my hoodie had looked that way on her too.

I cleared my throat, snapping out of the trap of dangerous, inappropriate thoughts. “So, it went well?”

Nova grinned. “Oh yeah. I’ll be surprised if they say no. Unless I read it all wrong.” A frown replaced her smile. “I guess they could be this enthusiastic with everyone.”

I shook my head. “Trust your gut. If you want to leave early, you can. You’ve earned it.”

Levi had the day off, Miles was working from home, and the agents were out securing more deals for other athletes.

“No,” Nova said. “I need to finalize next month’s content calendar. Aeterno just sent a list of required posts, and it’s a lot to plan.”

“Well,” Eleanor said from her desk, “if you don’t mind, I’ll just finish this contract and leave.”

I could fucking swear she did this on purpose, but she was efficient. Although she could do most things from home, she chose to work at the office when she didn’t need to.

“Sure,” I said.

Fifteen minutes later, Nova and I were alone. I tried to focus on the report, but my attention kept drifting toward the woman typing on her keyboard with the cutest frown. I hoped she wouldn’t catch me staring. Whatever pull I had toward her was the last thing I needed, and yet I couldn’t stop.

My headache throbbed. I brought my hand to my temple, pressing my fingertips to the pulsing vein. Relief didn’t come. Air rushed out of my chest in a long exhale.

“Is it bad?” Nova’s soft voice carried across the office.

I lifted my eyes to hers.

“The headache,” she said.

I shook my head. “Nothing an Advil can’t fix. I’ll take one at home later.”

“Do you get them often?”

“Headaches?”

She nodded.

“Mostly when I drink too much coffee and skip meals. Or stay up working past midnight.”

“Does that happen a lot?”

I fought a smile, but it slipped through anyway. “What do you think?”

“Well…” Nova twirled a pen. “You don’t seem to be a stereotypical control freak, or you wouldn’t have let an inexperienced employee pitch your agency to a huge potential client.”