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Miller nods. “Yes, ma’am. I’m tracking. First to Beaumont Middle School, then to Brickstone Headquarters. Also, let me know what time you’d like me to take you to lunch or pick something up. I’m told a ‘Mr. Spike’ needs baby carrots promptly at noon. I was hoping you could provide clarity on that. How many baby carrots, and who exactly is Spike?”

I blink at him, trying to absorb the nonsense information he just dumped on me. I jut my thumb over my shoulder to Spike’s carrier on the coffee table. “Spike is a guinea pig.”

“Ah,” Miller breathes out. “Okay, that makes more sense. I was confused by this morning’s email.”

“Pardon me, but I’m still confused. Who are you?”

“Your driver.” He smiles. “And task master. If there’s anything you need, I’m at your service.”

Okay, this makes more sense now. Nathan hired me my own personal Byron. “Thank you very much, but I’m okay. Charlieand I have a routine. I’ll talk to Nathan when I get to the office today.”

Charlie sneaks up behind me and peers at Miller. “Oh my God, are we taking a limo to school?” She bounces on her heels.

“No. We’re taking our SUV as usual. And you need to wipe off that blue eye shadow stat.Go. Now.” I point to the bathroom, sending her off with my best I’m-not-taking-your-shit-today face. I turn back to Miller. “Tweens. Give them an inch, they take a mile, you know?”

He nods and smiles again like he’s obligated to. “I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“Are you out of a job if I tell Nathan I don’t need a driver? I already have a company car but I don’t want you to get let go. I’ll put in a good word, I promise.”

“Uh…” He scratches the back of his head, the tip of his nose puckering before he continues, “About the company car…”

I’ve been stewing the entire way here. Even Charlie sat in silence as Miller dropped her off in front of school. Spike didn’t release a single squeak. Clearly my sister and her guinea pig could read the room.

I storm through the front doors of the office, making a beeline to the elevators. I punch the elevator button with the heel of my palm, unnecessarily aggressively. Now Spike releases a weakmweep,mweep,politely letting me know he does not appreciate the bouncy ride, a consequence of my anger-fueled power walking.

The first thing I notice when I get upstairs is Nathan’s doors. I can’t see him through the crystal clear glass. Instead, some kind of foggy window film has been installed as a privacy shield.I grumble, annoyed, knowing I can’t just burst into his office and rip him a new one. After setting Spike down underneath my desk and promising I’ll free him soon, I reach into my desk drawer searching for a sticky note. Nathan will absolutely come looking for me any minute now, and when he does, he’ll see a note on my desk that says I went car shopping since he felt the need to confiscate my company car.

I open the second drawer of my desk and snag a pink sticky note. I’m stabbing my pen into the innocent paper when I notice my mini donuts are missing. Opening the drawer wider, I lean over in my chair, ensuring they didn’t roll into the back.

No. They are most definitely missing. They were sealed, so there’s no way maintenance came by and tossed them. Maintenance never goesindrawers, unless there was an ant infestation or something. I quickly check my other drawers and see the contents untouched. That’s so strange. Who would?—

Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

I clutch the pen so hard in my hand I break off the clip.

That does it. I don’t care if he’s in a meeting.

After flying out of my office chair, I burst into Nathan’s office. He’s at his desk on a call that he promptly ends when I enter.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” He flashes me his stupid billion-dollar smile. I want to use his perfect teeth as target practice at the moment.

“Was I interrupting?” I glare at his phone.

“Nothing important. And even if it were, you’re welcome to interrupt me anytime. I love that dress on you. Hugs your body just right.” He raises his brows. It dawns on me why my boss had his office doors frosted. Foolish decision. The only thing he’s getting behind closed doors is my wrath.

As I glance around, I notice subtle changes. The pink furniture is still here, but the pillows have been replaced. Therug is gone. The pink wallpaper on the accent wall has been stripped. “You’re remodeling?”

“In stages. I would’ve asked for your help but…” He gestures around the room. “We tried that once already.”

Approaching the opposite side of his desk, I jab my finger toward his face. “Stop smiling.”

“Hard to do around you, pumpkin. What’s wrong?”

“You have to ask?” I’m seething, further provoked by his joyful nonchalance.

“Yes. Which is why I did.”

The smug bastard is relishing my attitude for some reason. I hate how sexy he looks in…everything.Ugh.“You took my company car. You can’t do that. It’s part of my contract.”

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