Page 24 of Falling for the Boss's Son

She knew she shouldn’t, but her mouth and her brain didn’t seem to be communicating. “Okay.”

Then, before he could say anything else, she hung up.

Blake Masters stopped in front of her desk and met her gaze. “Any messages?”

“Miss Layne from HR asked that you give her a call when you have time. She seemed a little distressed when she stopped by.”

He nodded. “Anything else?”

I’m kinda, sorta dating your son? It was at that moment it dawned on her that Jesse had called to talk to his father and she’d hung up on him. “Your son called looking for you, but he didn’t leave a message.”

Blake Masters nodded and made his way toward his office. “Give me a half hour, and then we can get started on the second quarter reports.”

“I’ll order lunch. Did you want your usual?”

Her boss grinned. “Don’t fix it if it isn’t broken.”

Cassie dialed her boss’s favorite deli and placed their lunch order. As she waited for the food to be delivered, she finished what she’d been working on before Jesse called.

Two hours later, she had a pad full of notes that would keep her busy the rest of the afternoon. The one thing she’d learned about Blake Masters over her time working as his assistant was that he liked to be prepared. She’d spend hours researching things for him so he could be ready for a meeting.

As they were finishing up, Mr. Masters leaned back in his executive chair and met her gaze across the desk. “Have you thought about your future at the company?”

Of course her thoughts went to Jesse. Did her boss know? “What do you mean?”

“You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, Cassie. And while I’d be happy to have you as my assistant for the next twenty years, I also think you have talents beyond being my gatekeeper.”

“Thank you, sir, but I’m happy where I am for now.”

He nodded. “You’ll let me know if that changes.”

Cassie exited Mr. Masters’s office and was surprised to find Jesse standing beside her desk. He was wearing a dark blue suit, and his hair looked a little rumpled. She imagined him running his hands through it. Her insides warmed remembering how she’d run her fingers through his hair on Saturday when he’d kissed her good night.

Their gazes met and she could have sworn his eyes darkened as he took her in. She licked her lips and swallowed. “What are you doing here?”

A slow smile pulled at his lips. “I came to see my father.”

Of course he’d come to see his dad. “He’s in his office.”

Jesse nodded and walked toward her. She should move, but for some reason, she was frozen in place.

Her breath hitched as he came to a stop a few inches away. His eyes were intense, penetrating. “You hung up on me.”

She swallowed. “I’m sorry. I?—”

He placed his index finger over her lips, sending heat straight to her core. “We’ll discuss it tonight. Six-thirty.”

Dinner.

She nodded.

Jesse reached around her and swiped a sticky note and a pen from her desk. He scribbled something on it, dropped the pen on her desk, and handed her the note. Without another word, he went to his father’s door and knocked.

Cassie looked down. His address. She’d been so flustered, she hadn’t even thought to ask him for it.

Mr. Masters’s voice sounded from inside the office. “Come in.”

Jesse didn’t look back at her before disappearing into his dad’s office and closing the door.

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