logged in. Until he gave her a new task, she may as well e-mail Rachel and Carma, even if she was annoyed with Rachel for nearly snatching away her job.
She opened her in-box and scanned through the new e-mails—nothing important. Moving her mouse over the compose button, she began to type.
To: [email protected]
[email protected]
Subject: I kick ass!
Hey girls,
Guess where I’m at? Well, Rachel you already know, but don’t think you’re going to steal the job away from me so easily. Competition or not, I hope we’re still on for tonight. The cove is waiting and I need my best friends. I’ll bring the refreshments. You bring the idle gossip.
Andi bit the inside of her cheek, then signed the e-mail.
Hugs,
Andi Callaway
Assistant to bestselling author Ford Delaney.
I may as well have fun with this . Smiling, she hit send and glanced at her watch—three o’clock. Maybe she should go to lunch? After her tardiness, she wasn’t going to take one, but now she reconsidered, since she had nothing to work on.
She glanced up from her desk and her eyes widened when she saw Ford walking toward her, two cups of coffee in hand. She tried not to stare, tried not to notice the graceful way he moved, his strong hands or the way his sandy hair looked—as though he had been running his hands through it all morning.
She tried to hide her eyes as he approached, as if she could care less about his presence. When he stopped in front of her, he extended one of the mugs and cleared his throat.
Andi blinked up at him, saying nothing.
“For you,” he said.
She hesitated but reached for the mug. Cringing at the thought of having to drink a bitter cup of black coffee, she peeked at the contents and realized the dark liquid had been tempered with cream. She lifted her eyes to his and raised her brows.
Ford cleared his throat. “I, uh, saw your half-empty mug earlier, when you left the office for the bathroom.”
Interesting . He was playing coffee detective and watching when she left her desk? Should she be flattered or creeped out?
Lifting the mug to her lips, she noticed he had gotten her a delicate rose-patterned teacup, while he drank from a heavy, plain mug. Taking a tentative sip, she suppressed a smile. The coffee had been sweetened with a touch of sugar, exactly how she took it, and she wondered if he had actually tasted her coffee before he murmured, “I guessed at the sugar.” He twisted his own mug in his hands, then took a sip.
Behind him, Andi spotted Ms. Perry, watching their exchange.
“You did good,” Andi said, her voice flat.
“Could I have a word with you for a moment?”
Andi wanted to say no. She had no idea what he wanted to talk to her about, but if it was something he couldn’t say there, with Ms. Perry looking on, she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it, now that she’d decided a professional relationship was best.
“Sure,” she heard herself saying.
Standing, she followed him into his office, feeling the daggers of Ms. Perry’s gaze with every move. Once inside, he turned to her. “Is there something wrong?”
“What?” She hadn’t expected this.
“You’re quiet and the few times I saw you today, you looked as though something was bothering you.”
Andi narrowed her eyes. Seriously? What did he expect?
“Nothing’s wrong. I was just working, which is what you wanted.”
“Yeah.” He leaned back against the desk and rubbed his jaw. “Why were you late this morning?”
Andi angled her head. Where was he going with this? “I had car trouble.”
“That’s it?”
“What else would there be?”
He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “The thing is, I know how badly you wanted this job. It’s a great opportunity. This morning, you just looked as though you had something else going on. And while I don’t really know you, it just doesn’t seem in your character to be careless. If anything, you seem like the type that would’ve been here early.”
Andi
She opened her in-box and scanned through the new e-mails—nothing important. Moving her mouse over the compose button, she began to type.
To: [email protected]
[email protected]
Subject: I kick ass!
Hey girls,
Guess where I’m at? Well, Rachel you already know, but don’t think you’re going to steal the job away from me so easily. Competition or not, I hope we’re still on for tonight. The cove is waiting and I need my best friends. I’ll bring the refreshments. You bring the idle gossip.
Andi bit the inside of her cheek, then signed the e-mail.
Hugs,
Andi Callaway
Assistant to bestselling author Ford Delaney.
I may as well have fun with this . Smiling, she hit send and glanced at her watch—three o’clock. Maybe she should go to lunch? After her tardiness, she wasn’t going to take one, but now she reconsidered, since she had nothing to work on.
She glanced up from her desk and her eyes widened when she saw Ford walking toward her, two cups of coffee in hand. She tried not to stare, tried not to notice the graceful way he moved, his strong hands or the way his sandy hair looked—as though he had been running his hands through it all morning.
She tried to hide her eyes as he approached, as if she could care less about his presence. When he stopped in front of her, he extended one of the mugs and cleared his throat.
Andi blinked up at him, saying nothing.
“For you,” he said.
She hesitated but reached for the mug. Cringing at the thought of having to drink a bitter cup of black coffee, she peeked at the contents and realized the dark liquid had been tempered with cream. She lifted her eyes to his and raised her brows.
Ford cleared his throat. “I, uh, saw your half-empty mug earlier, when you left the office for the bathroom.”
Interesting . He was playing coffee detective and watching when she left her desk? Should she be flattered or creeped out?
Lifting the mug to her lips, she noticed he had gotten her a delicate rose-patterned teacup, while he drank from a heavy, plain mug. Taking a tentative sip, she suppressed a smile. The coffee had been sweetened with a touch of sugar, exactly how she took it, and she wondered if he had actually tasted her coffee before he murmured, “I guessed at the sugar.” He twisted his own mug in his hands, then took a sip.
Behind him, Andi spotted Ms. Perry, watching their exchange.
“You did good,” Andi said, her voice flat.
“Could I have a word with you for a moment?”
Andi wanted to say no. She had no idea what he wanted to talk to her about, but if it was something he couldn’t say there, with Ms. Perry looking on, she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it, now that she’d decided a professional relationship was best.
“Sure,” she heard herself saying.
Standing, she followed him into his office, feeling the daggers of Ms. Perry’s gaze with every move. Once inside, he turned to her. “Is there something wrong?”
“What?” She hadn’t expected this.
“You’re quiet and the few times I saw you today, you looked as though something was bothering you.”
Andi narrowed her eyes. Seriously? What did he expect?
“Nothing’s wrong. I was just working, which is what you wanted.”
“Yeah.” He leaned back against the desk and rubbed his jaw. “Why were you late this morning?”
Andi angled her head. Where was he going with this? “I had car trouble.”
“That’s it?”
“What else would there be?”
He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “The thing is, I know how badly you wanted this job. It’s a great opportunity. This morning, you just looked as though you had something else going on. And while I don’t really know you, it just doesn’t seem in your character to be careless. If anything, you seem like the type that would’ve been here early.”
Andi
Similar Books
