he’d want me so involved with such an important account.
“Two things, actually. I’ve been considering giving you more responsibility for some time now. But it was Mathers who really convinced me.”
“Mathers?”
“Lincoln Mathers,” he clarified. “He said he was impressed with your attention to detail.”
“How would he know about that?”
He smiled sheepishly. “He asked me how I remembered so much about our dinner meeting. I was honest and told him you were my memory.”
“Thank you for the credit,” I said, shocked that he’d given it to me.
“He told me, and I quote, ‘Don’t let that one out of your sight. She’s a valuable asset.’ When I told him I’d consider putting you on the account, he said he was all in. He sees something in you, Ms. Cleary. And I have to admit, I see it, too.”
“Are you kidding me?” I asked incredulously.
“I never kid about business, Ms. Cleary.” His voice was stern, but I detected a definite note of pride. I couldn’t have imagined this trip getting off to a better start.
The flight attendant started her speech about airplane safety, effectively ending our conversation.
My mind raced with possibilities. If I thought I was putting in long hours before, I couldn’t imagine what this new challenge would bring. And I’d be working alongside Cole, which was both a blessing and a curse. He was an expert at what he did, and it would be an honor to work with him on the actual creative side of the business instead of just as his assistant.
But it would also present additional obstacles. Just when I hoped I might be able to overcome my crush, I was going to be spending a lot more time with him.
And with him being so nice to me as to move me up to first class and essentially give me a promotion, the crush was back in full force.
Maybe even a little stronger than before.
Or maybe a lot stronger.
CHAPTER EIGHT
My plans of reading were shot to hell when I woke with a start.
I hadn’t realized I’d fallen asleep, and as I lifted my head and looked around, I saw my boss smirking at me. I rubbed my eyes, careful not to smear my make-up.
I looked out the window. We were on the ground.
I was immensely confused, but the pieces started to fit slowly together.
We’d celebrated with mimosas, and the champagne had knocked me out. The jostling of the landing gear hitting the ground woke me. I’d slept for the entire flight.
On my boss’s shoulder.
I glanced down, thanking God that at least I hadn’t left drool behind. “I’m sorry,” I said, blushing furiously.
“You were so adorably peaceful, I couldn’t wake you.”
Did he just call me adorable?
I couldn’t decide if his playful personality shift was going to make this trip fun or dreadful. If he was going to completely change and start being a decent human being, I was screwed.
We stood when the flight attendant opened the door, and Cole grabbed his luggage down from the overhead bin. He glanced over at me as if he was waiting for me to say where my bag was. “I checked my luggage,” I explained.
He rolled his eyes, the old irritation back. I liked sweet Cole, but I was pretty sure I preferred irritated Cole. It was the beast I was most used to, and it provided a tiny shield of defense against my attraction to him.
A man holding a sign that said “Benson” greeted us outside the terminal. Apparently he was the ride I had arranged for us. “Don Henderson,” he introduced himself.
Cole jerked his thumb toward me and rolled his eyes again rather than introducing himself. “She checked.”
The man nodded. “I’ll get her bags, sir,” he said.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll get it. I’m Lucy, by the way.” Cole shot me a warning look, as if I shouldn’t fraternize with the help—or, at the very least, I should demand he call me Mrs. Cleary—but I ignored him and chatted with Don as we walked toward baggage claim.
My bag tumbled down the carousel a few minutes later,
“Two things, actually. I’ve been considering giving you more responsibility for some time now. But it was Mathers who really convinced me.”
“Mathers?”
“Lincoln Mathers,” he clarified. “He said he was impressed with your attention to detail.”
“How would he know about that?”
He smiled sheepishly. “He asked me how I remembered so much about our dinner meeting. I was honest and told him you were my memory.”
“Thank you for the credit,” I said, shocked that he’d given it to me.
“He told me, and I quote, ‘Don’t let that one out of your sight. She’s a valuable asset.’ When I told him I’d consider putting you on the account, he said he was all in. He sees something in you, Ms. Cleary. And I have to admit, I see it, too.”
“Are you kidding me?” I asked incredulously.
“I never kid about business, Ms. Cleary.” His voice was stern, but I detected a definite note of pride. I couldn’t have imagined this trip getting off to a better start.
The flight attendant started her speech about airplane safety, effectively ending our conversation.
My mind raced with possibilities. If I thought I was putting in long hours before, I couldn’t imagine what this new challenge would bring. And I’d be working alongside Cole, which was both a blessing and a curse. He was an expert at what he did, and it would be an honor to work with him on the actual creative side of the business instead of just as his assistant.
But it would also present additional obstacles. Just when I hoped I might be able to overcome my crush, I was going to be spending a lot more time with him.
And with him being so nice to me as to move me up to first class and essentially give me a promotion, the crush was back in full force.
Maybe even a little stronger than before.
Or maybe a lot stronger.
CHAPTER EIGHT
My plans of reading were shot to hell when I woke with a start.
I hadn’t realized I’d fallen asleep, and as I lifted my head and looked around, I saw my boss smirking at me. I rubbed my eyes, careful not to smear my make-up.
I looked out the window. We were on the ground.
I was immensely confused, but the pieces started to fit slowly together.
We’d celebrated with mimosas, and the champagne had knocked me out. The jostling of the landing gear hitting the ground woke me. I’d slept for the entire flight.
On my boss’s shoulder.
I glanced down, thanking God that at least I hadn’t left drool behind. “I’m sorry,” I said, blushing furiously.
“You were so adorably peaceful, I couldn’t wake you.”
Did he just call me adorable?
I couldn’t decide if his playful personality shift was going to make this trip fun or dreadful. If he was going to completely change and start being a decent human being, I was screwed.
We stood when the flight attendant opened the door, and Cole grabbed his luggage down from the overhead bin. He glanced over at me as if he was waiting for me to say where my bag was. “I checked my luggage,” I explained.
He rolled his eyes, the old irritation back. I liked sweet Cole, but I was pretty sure I preferred irritated Cole. It was the beast I was most used to, and it provided a tiny shield of defense against my attraction to him.
A man holding a sign that said “Benson” greeted us outside the terminal. Apparently he was the ride I had arranged for us. “Don Henderson,” he introduced himself.
Cole jerked his thumb toward me and rolled his eyes again rather than introducing himself. “She checked.”
The man nodded. “I’ll get her bags, sir,” he said.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll get it. I’m Lucy, by the way.” Cole shot me a warning look, as if I shouldn’t fraternize with the help—or, at the very least, I should demand he call me Mrs. Cleary—but I ignored him and chatted with Don as we walked toward baggage claim.
My bag tumbled down the carousel a few minutes later,
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