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"Yes, sir," Eshim said, and I quickly headed to my parking spot.

Putting Tom into his travel crate, I slid behind the wheel, then glanced in the rearview mirror. Eshim was already gone. He must've ridden the elevator back up to the lobby.

Shaking my head, I started the car, then shot Tom a glance. "He's a strange one, isn't he?"

Then again, I was talking to my dog, so maybeIwas the strange one.

Five

Eshim

Flirtingwithahumanwas a very delicate process.

The internet had some good suggestions, but I'd realized you had to modify them to fit your needs.

My first full day at work without Carol's assistance, I'd tried one of the ideas: eye contact.

I was pretty sure Jerry had thought something was wrong with me. I might've overdone it a bit.

I'd also tried to casually brush up against him, but that was harder than it sounded when we usually had a giant wooden desk between us.

It was a new work week, and my third full day as Jerry's assistant, and I had some new ideas to try.

I started simple.

On my way to work, I bought a bouquet of colorful, fragrant flowers, and a simple vase. I made sure to arrive before Jerry—which wasn't easy because the man was a hell of a workaholic—and set up the vase on a small cabinet in the corner of his room. The flowers added a splash of color to the room, and it was the only way I could think to 'give my crush flowers' as the article had suggested.

Not that Jerry's office was drab by any means. He had a bookshelf behind his desk that was full of all kinds of books related to design and art, and one wall of the office was practically all window. I'd heard someone call it the 'corner office' the other day.

When Jerry arrived, I had his coffee and cookies ready. Over the weekend, I'd asked Matilda to teach me how to make them, and the cookies I gave Jerry were from my last and best batch.

Jerry's eyes lingered on the flowers as he came into his office, but he didn't say anything as he took his chair, though I got the sense he liked them.

"More homemade cookies?" Jerry asked with a smile when he saw them, and I nodded.

He picked one up and took a bite, humming at the taste.

"Is it good?"

He nodded, then swallowed so he could speak. "Your neighbor really outdid herself this time. This is the best cookie I've ever eaten."

My cheeks heated up at the compliment, and I resisted the urge to duck my head. "Uh, I made these. She taught me how."

Jerry blinked, then glanced down at the cookie in his hand. "Can I add making me fresh cookies every week to your list of duties?"

I grinned at him, then leaned forward, my thighs pressing against his desk. "I'll make them anyway, just because I—you're such a good boss." I winked at him, then took off before he could read too much into what I'd said.

I'd almost outright told him I liked him. That was not the plan. I had to ease him into the idea, or I might lose my job before I got anywhere.

I settled behind my desk, then shuffled some papers to look busy. My desktop pinged, saving me from my terrible acting, and I quickly checked the email before forwarding it to Jerry.

Kat and Archer wanted to meet up over lunch, so I added that into Jerry's calendar and also added a thirty-minute gap between lunch and his next meeting with one of the project team managers since his lunch with his business partners—aka best friends—usually ran over, according to Carol's notes. She'd left me a bunch of them, and they were quite useful.

I worked on a few other things, mostly dealing with the inane 'Help me; I misplaced my butt' emails that Jerry's employees thought were his responsibility for some fucking reason.

While Archer headed up the digital marketing department, and Kat was the face of the company—the person who usually dealt with old and new clients, as well as found new clients—Jerry was the artistic side of the equation. He was the designer, and he worked on each and every advertising campaign that passed through the company. His involvement varied depending on how big the project was, but he still personally oversaw everything. And that sometimes led to his employees assuming he was at their beck and call, rather than the other way around.

I didn't know how exactly Carol had dealt with them, but I was not going to let them run my mate into the ground.

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