Page 17 of Anything To Be With You

"And you, Mr. Archer?" Dani says, rolling the last R in my name, and my control slips a tad.

"Coffee. One sugar."

Dani smiles again and shuts the door. I watch the door for a moment before turning to Pierre. "Shall we get started?" I pull their casefile from the drawer in my file cabinet. Opening it, I ask, "have you figured out what you’re doing with the furniture?"

"We're going to sell it," he answers.

I nod and scribble it in their casefile. This divorce isn’t going to court, it’s a mutual separation. I’m just here to make sure that their assets are divided up equally.

Pierre leans forward in his chair. "New assistant I see."

I glance up at him. "Yes. She started this morning."

Pierre hums and wipes his mouth. "She’s older than your past assistants."

I stop typing and drop my arms on the desk. "She is."

"Amazing legs," he whistles. "She single?"

I grind my teeth. The way Pierre was looking at Dani, talking about her. I wanted to rip his fucking head off. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’m not going to be able to get through this meeting if my temper is in control.

I clasp my hands on the desk. "Daniella is a lovely woman and I do not appreciate the way you are speaking about her."

He mumbles an apology under his breath, and I go back to finishing his case. A quick knock on the door before it opens reveals my stunning assistant. Dani places a mug of coffee on my desk.

I allow my eyes to wander over her body. Which is an unbelievably bad idea because now all I can think of is what it would feel like to have her body wrapped around mine. To have everything soft about her pressed against everything hard about me. And right now, I have something painfully hard pressing against the fly of my slacks.

I shouldn’t be thinking about Dani like that, I am her boss. I harden my walls. I need to keep her out.

"Anything else, Mr. Archer?" Dani asks, standing by the door.

Sweetheart, you have no idea.

Eye Fucked

Dani

This is the third time in half an hour I’m getting Luke coffee. No one drinks that much coffee. The first one had too much sugar, the second, not enough. They both have one teaspoon of sugar. Either he can’t tell, or he can and he’s just being an asshole.

I knock and march into his office, putting his mug in front of him. Luke’s eyes flick to my chest for the fifth time this morning before snapping up to mine. And I know what he’s looking at. This dress does not fully cover the burn mark Josh so ‘lovingly’ gave me when I found out I was pregnant.

"Anything else?" I ask.

Luke’s arm swings out, a folder in his hand. "I need this proofread, typed, entered into the system and printed. Three copies of each, and I need you to add these dates to my schedule," he adds a sticky note on top of the folder. "I'm assuming Carrie showed you how to enter everything into the system."

"She did." I tell him and take them from him, our fingers brushing, and a jolt of electricity runs up my arm. I shiver, meeting his ice blue eyes. Vulnerability flashes in his eyes before a hard mask moves into place. Tucking the folders under my arm, I walk towards the door.

"Daniella," Luke calls. "Finish those by noon."

I nod and say, "as you wish, Mr. Archer." Before turning around and shutting the door behind me.

I slump behind my desk and draw in a calming breath before opening the file. "Oh. Wow." I whisper.

I read through the file, seeing where Luke has scratched out one thing and added something else. I don’t know how he deals with this, some of it is stupid.

My desk phone rings, scaring the bejesus out of me. I reach over and tear the receiver off the base. "Lucas Archer’s office," I answer.

"Office." Is all he says and hangs up.

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