It takes another hour of digging deeper to find everything Leo demands and redo my initial report. When I send it again only three seconds later, he sends it back. I need to change the font style and size. Seriously? What a jerk. I make the change and send it again. Nothing.

My eyes are burning when I’m finally done on the second report. It’s five before seven when I change the font and size and send it to Leo. Thankfully, there’s no response. I start to shut down then remember what Victoria had said. I sigh, then make a call.

They promise to have it delivered in twenty minutes. While I wait, I take my time shutting down and leaving things ready for the next day. There’s still a few minutes, so I run to the restroom.

As I come down the hall, Leo is leaving his office. He sees me and stops. “I thought you’d left.” It’s an accusation.

“No, I would let you know when I leave. I’m waiting for a delivery.” A muscle in his cheek jumps as I get closer. He’s taking up the entire hallway. His shoulders are so wide, he is just so damn powerfully built he makes me feel tiny being near him.

I stop only a foot from him. It’s closer than what feels polite, it’s not nearly close enough. I’m dying to touch him, my fingers feel sensitive, I press my hand against my stomach to stop me from reaching out.

When he sees it, his face hardens, and he turns away. What? What’s the matter? I open my mouth to ask him except the elevator dings a moment before it opens, saving me from myself.

With a tight smile, I take the food from the young kid and thank him. Leo’s door is still open. I push inside and walk the bag to his desk. “From Langston’s. It’s a prepared salad of spinach and romaine with some things you can add, diced chicken, or turkey with toppings they know you’ll like. Now, I’m leaving for the day.”

His only answer is a nod, not even a thank you. Jerk.

7

Leo

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Once Alexa has left for the day the tension coiled inside me eases. However, it does not leave me entirely. I cannot do this. A dozen times today my thoughts faltered because of Alexa Clark.

My day started out fucked when the elevator doors opened, and my eyes found Alexa. Her dress caressed every curve of her beautiful body the way I longed to. It confirmed my worst fear, the interview was not an aberration, it was not a one-time thing. This is an Alexa thing, and it is not going away until I either fuck her or get rid of her. Since fucking a married employee is absolutely not happening, I have to get rid of her.