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What exactly is he playing at?
“Did you work through your lunch break?” he asks before I can process my thoughts.
“Yes, I did. I had to.”
“From now on, you will take your breaks and take them seriously. Also, you can't do other people’s tasks during the day. We don't pay Pamela to show up here and do her manicure every day.”
As I look back at him in shock, I can swear I see a smirk on that face.
Where is Jayden? And what has this fine gentleman done to him?
“Anything else I should be aware of?” he asks.
“We do have a team meeting scheduled for later today to address some minor hiccups, but I believe we can handle those without any disruptions,” I answer calmly in hopes that my facial expression has not given away my surprise.
“I can see you and the team are doing a great job. Keep it that way, and don't hesitate to inform me of any challenges that arise.”
I feel a flutter of nervous energy in the pit of my stomach as I sit on my desk, typing away on my computer. For one, I’m grateful that I don't get to skip lunch break anymore. That is, if Jayden keeps to his word.
But I can’t help but wonder what’s changed. I turn to look at him, and he’s looking at me.
For the next couple of days, whenever he walks by my workstation, Jayden casts lingering glances my way.
At first, I dismissed it as a mere coincidence, but the frequency and intensity of his stares have become impossible to ignore.
I catch him gazing in my direction, his eyes locking onto mine for just a moment longer than is comfortable.
It sends my heart racing and a swarm of butterflies dancing in my stomach.
I can't help but wonder what is going on in his mind.
Do these prolonged looks mean something more? Or am I simply overthinking it?
This new attention leaves me feeling a mixture of flattery and anxiety.
The butterflies in my stomach only intensify during meetings when Jayden will direct his questions and comments specifically to me.
It’s as if he wants to engage with me, yet his piercing stares leave me struggling to maintain my composure.
For a moment, I contemplate the idea of talking to Jayden about it, but the combination of nervousness and uncertainty holds me back.
I can’t predict how Jayden will react and the fear of making things awkward at work weighs on me.
I consider the possibility that it’s just my mind playing tricks on me, but it feels surreal, and sometimes I daydream about making out in his office at the close of work like I see in the movies where the boss has an affair with the assistant.
I find myself making an effort to straighten my hair now and wear more fitted clothes.
I mean, if he’s looking, better to give him a show, right?
A smile curves my lips often now as I type away on my computer, feeling certain he is staring at me.
Pamela has noticed I’m happier now, but she’s not happy that she barely has the time to do her manicures as she actually has to work.
And in all of this, Jayden is still a tad bit bossy, but now I find it sexy. It feels like we are in a role-play kind of situation.
I feel more comfortable around him now, like a bird cut loose from its cage.
I feel like a free woman.
