Tempting The Boss

ella expected. Just as she returned to her desk, her

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n acquisition files on my des

y familiarized herself with the filing system, and n

lders on her computer while simultaneously rifling through the physical file cabinet behind her desk

rowning out the muffled office chatter beyond her cubicle. The weight of her first real assignment pressed down on her shoulders

it. She clutched the file tightly and rushed toward his office, weaving through the maze of desks with purpos

up from his laptop as she entered. His sharp features remained impassive,

nd. His voice was smooth, authoritative-every syllable measured. "B

stead offering a tight, profes

ssing her, before giving a small nod. "Go

ing the urge to roll her eyes. O

muttered under her brea

lled after her, amuse

elf. She had barely survived her first real task, and now s

e counter, her mind replaying the encounter. Alexander Blackwood was just as intimidating as she had heard-demanding, exacting, and impossible to read. But

g, double-checking for any spills. If he was the kind of boss who expected per

ed the mug on his desk without a word. He glanced at it brief

nod. "Anything els

in his gaze-approval? Amusement? She c

make her escape, but as she reach

d Miss

lse spiking sl

be noticeable. "Next time, try not to mutter

ut she forced herself to k

osed the door behind her,

as already walking