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“Of course you did.” She could almost hear him beaming over the phone. “Now the real work begins.”

Chapter Four

Josh

He could forget about work for the rest of the day. He wasn’t going to get any real work done. Not when Ruby had been even more beautiful in person. Not when he’d been short and to the point with her. He glanced up, peering through his open office door at her as she got in the elevator. Their eyes locked and held for just a moment before the doors closed on her.

Ridiculous.

Absolutely fucking ridiculous.

He saw attractive women every day, some even threw themselves at him, but this was the one his brain has decided to latch on to.

He was clutching the pen too hard, the nib piercing through the paper. If that wasn’t a sign, he didn’t know what was. He finished up a few calls and meetings, before deciding he was done for the day. Turning off his computer, and making his way through the floor, he bade everyone a good weekend.

Widened eyes followed him out, as well as some calls to have a good one himself. His employees were going to think he was ill. He’d never left before any of them. He had his dad’s work ethic, first one in last one out.

The next day came quickly, like the sun was eager to chase away the moon and shine. Then the next. And then it was Monday.

She looked even more beautiful than the last time he saw her, in a blue dress that clung to her curves.

She’s your PA. Stop.

He went through the basics, and she sat there with a smile, making some notes in a bright red notebook. Then, the day began. And then the next. And the one after. He found himself distracted when she was around, and that couldn’t happen. Maybe he could talk to Alana, tell her it wasn’t working out? No, that wasn’t him. He couldn’t take away Ruby’s living. So, he found himself being short with her, like that was his only form of protection.

A knock at his office door brought him out of his wallowing.

“Come in.”

Ruby opened the door, glancing down at her notebook. She barely looked at him, and for some reason it heated his blood.

“Okay, so you have a meeting at noon with the people about a potential client, the basketball player, and they’ll go through everything he’s looking for. You have a personal call at 2:00 PM with your parents booked in, and a meeting with the legal staff at 4:00 PM.”

She didn’t even look up as she closed her notebook, the one she was always scribbling in, and made for the door.

“You missed the 5:00 PM meeting. Maybe if you use your computer or phone, you know, technology from this century, that wouldn’t have happened.”

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