Page 55 of Crazy Thing

I stare at her, brows pinched together.How the hell?Ziggy found the guy even when my own lawyer and privateinvestigator—both of whom are paid quite well—could not find the owner.

My forehead furrows. “I have so many questions. But, seriously,how?”

She shrugs. “I just used my intuition.”

“You just…?” I chuckle. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I mutter, shaking my head. “But I’ll take your word for it.”

Ziggy presses her lips into a thin smile and hands me a neatly organized folder. My cock tingles when her fingertips brush mine. and I internally remind myself to calm the fuck down. This is a serious conversation. I flip the folder open, finding a whole dossier on the current owner and seller of the waterfall property.

I’m still stuck onhow the hell did she manage to track this elusive man down?But then I realize she’s talking, telling me more about her findings.

“So, this Robert Ross is supposed to be attending a childhood poverty prevention fund charity event at the upscale Stargazer Inn in Sin Valley a few days from now, and I—”

“Wait…” I mumble, digging into my desk drawer and rifling through papers until I find what I’m looking for. Then I toss the crisp, square envelope onto my desk. “I received an invitation to the same charity event a few weeks ago.”

“Did you respond?”

I shake my head.Shit.“Nope, but you’re going to RSVP now.”

She nods, and I can't help but smile to myself.

“What…?” she asks, observing my expression. “Why are you grinning like that?”

I lift a shoulder. “Each day it’s becoming more and moreclear…everything in my life is more organized now that you’re working as my assistant. One day, my business was at risk of crumbling, and now, I’m leaving the office early three nights a week because everything is done. It’s almost like magic.”

Creepy—albeit beautiful—voodoo magic.

Her own smile begins to curl across her lips—accompanied by a rosy flush—but she quickly fights it off.

“Trust me, it’s not magic. Youdorealize that I’ve been doing the jobs of at least three people, right?”

Shit. She’s right. She’s been going above and beyond her job description since day one in this office.

“So, prepare some job postings. We’ll hire a new receptionist and…” I tap my chin. “…and how about a data entry clerk? And a bookkeeper?”

She looks at me, dumbfounded. “Huh?”

I shrug. “We have a whole bunch of empty cubicles, collecting dust. Might as well put them to use.” And besides, if I’ve got other people handling the minutia around the office, there’ll be more time for working on high-level tasks. More one-on-one time with Ziggy.

I know that she’s capable of more challenging projects. Also, I like working closely with her. She smells really,reallygood.

She blinks, looking a little bit disoriented.

I like the way she blinks.

“You want to hire, um…?”

“Yes. More staff.”

What’s there to be confused about? She presented me with a problem. I solved it. I’m a problem-solver. Ha!

She’s impressed. I like impressing Ziggy. So I keep going. “And how about we add ‘office manager’ to your job description? Congratulations on your promotion and twenty-five percent pay raise!”

Ziggy starts choking and coughing. I bolt up to my feet, alarmed.

But she waves me away. “Uh, um, thank you…?” she mutters breathily, shaking her head in bewilderment.

I like the way she breathes.

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