Page 7 of Mated To My Boss

I get up and peer through the glass to see if I spot Nate. His scent lingers in my nostrils, bringing a satisfied smile.

More than anything, it feels great to be around my mate again, as if a massive boulder has rolled off my shoulders now that I've found him. But this time, I won't chase. I'll let him come to me when he's ready. And if he never is ... I'll live with that, too.

"Madeline Vance, have you forgotten that you're my intern?"

I stiffen and turn around with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, ma'am."

"I didn't give you this job because you're my niece. I gave it to you because I know how smart and capable you are. If you're just going to stand around and dream about that guy all day, then I might have to consider someone else."

"No, no," I protest, rushing back to the desk. "I'll do the work. I'm sorry for getting distracted."

"Good. We've got some files to go over, but I think that we could just—"

Even as she speaks to me, I can't help but notice Nate walking past the glass panel. Our eyes meet briefly, and I offer a small professional smile before returning my full attention to my aunt.

If I've learned anything in the years since Nate left, it's patience. I won't make the same mistakes again.

Oh, Nate. This time will be different. This time, I'll let you find your way to me.

Chapter 3

NATE

I sniff the air for the hundredth time that afternoon. Each breath brings a renewed hit of Madeline's glorious scent. It's one I haven't experienced in years, but now I can't get enough of it.

What is wrong with me? I'm never like this.

Having Madeline so close to me will definitely be a problem. I've never been so distracted by anyone before. It's so intense I barely get my work done because I can't concentrate.

I hear steps outside my door. They slow down before picking up the pace again, alerting me that Madeline is walking past. I get up on instinct and head for the door slowly to peek out.

Sure enough, I see her at the end of the hall, just about to enter her aunt's temporary office. She's carrying a stack of files, her posture straight and professional.

Unlike the Madeline I remember, who would have made any excuse to linger near my door, she walks with purpose, completely focused on her task.

I find myself oddly disappointed.Shouldn't I be relieved?

Instead of returning to my desk, I step into the hallway, watching as she enters Cora's office. Through the glass panels, I see her place the files on the desk with neat efficiency.

She says something to her aunt, smiling briefly, then takes a seat and begins working. Not once does she glance my way, though she must know I'm here.

"Boss?" I turn to find Olivia standing nearby with a questioning look.

"Yes?" I respond, perhaps too sharply.

"I have those drafts you asked for." She holds out a folder, her eyes flicking curiously to Cora's office and back to me.

"Right. Thanks." I take the folder, clearing my throat. "Was there something else?"

"No, that's it." She hesitates, then adds, "I met Cora's niece earlier. She seems nice."

"Does she?" I manage to sound disinterested.

Olivia nods. "Very professional. Not what I expected, to be honest."

I raise an eyebrow. "And what did you expect?"

She shrugs. "I don't know. Cora's really intense, so I figured her niece would be similar. But Madeline seems more measured. Reminds me of those calm, strategic types."

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