Page 8 of Falling for the Boss's Son

She looked at him again but didn’t say anything more. The look on her face spoke volumes, though. Even without the added barrier of him being her boss’s son, she was scared. What she felt, her attraction to him, scared her.

It made him wonder about the other men she’d dated. Then again, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He didn’t want to think about her with anyone else. “Let me take you to lunch.”

Her gaze went to the sandwich on her desk. “I don’t think we should.”

The sound of heels clicking on the tile floor drew both their attention. Cassie sat up in her chair and he let his hand fall from her face.

“Hi, Jennifer. Mr. Masters is out of the office this afternoon. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I was hoping I’d catch him before he left. I wanted to run some numbers by him,” the woman said.

Cassie’s fingers flew over the keyboard. “I can make some time for you tomorrow morning at eight thirty. Will that work?”

“Thanks, Cassie. I appreciate it.”

“No problem.”

He could hear the woman’s heels clicking on the floor again as she walked away.

Cassie looked down at him where he still kneeled next to her desk. “She’s gone. You can get up now.”

It wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do, but he figured pulling her out of her chair, tossing her onto the ground, and ravishing her wasn’t the best idea.

Once he was on his feet again, he rested his hip on the edge of Cassie’s desk. She wasn’t looking at him. As much as he wanted to push her about lunch, he had bigger goals in mind.

He placed his index finger under her chin, making her meet his gaze. “I’ll be back in an hour so you can take me on that tour.” He could feel her gaze on him as he strode toward the elevator, but he didn’t look back. Not until he was inside the elevator. He met her gaze and held it until the doors closed, cutting their connection.

Cassie was at her desk when he returned. She’d fixed her hair, the loose strands back into the clip, and she’d put on fresh lipstick. As good as she looked, he preferred it when she was a little disheveled.

“Good afternoon, Cassie.”

She jumped at his greeting, placing her hand on her chest.

“Were you daydreaming about me?”

To his surprise and great delight, color filled her cheeks.

He smiled, knowing he’d flustered her again.

Pushing away from her desk, she grabbed a notebook and pen from her desk, clutched them to her chest, and came to stand beside him. “We should probably get started with our tour if you’re ready.”

Her attempt to keep things professional amused him, but he let her have it. There would be time to push her later. For now, he did need to get a lay of the land, so to speak. He hadn’t been to his father’s office in over five years. A lot had changed since then.

“Lead the way, Ms. Ross.”

He fell into step beside her as she headed toward the elevator. “You don’t have to call me that, you know. Everyone here, including your dad, calls me Cassie.”

“I know.”

When he didn’t say more, she glanced over at him.

He met her gaze, then pushed the down button on the elevator. They waited in silence until the doors opened and they stepped inside. “What floor?”

“Let’s start from the bottom and work our way up,” she said.

“Sounds good.”

Three hours later, they returned to the executive floor. He must have said hi to at least a hundred people. Some had worked there since he was a kid and remembered him from his high school days. Others were new to management and had wanted to introduce themselves. He had gotten a warm welcome, but it was exhausting. He was good with names, but not even he was going to remember them all.

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