Page 19 of Anything To Be With You

I grab the copies and head in to give them to his royal dickweed.

"Why aren’t they stapled?" Luke demands.

"I didn’t know they needed to be." I reply honestly.

"That is something you should automatically do when you make copies or print something out. Use your head, Daniella." He says condescendingly.

My temper rises to the surface. It takes a lot to get under my skin, however, that did it. I staple the papers together with trembling fingers and hand them back. But before letting go, I lean in and say, "I don’t appreciate being talked to as if I’m a child. Do it again and I’ll staple your dick to your leg." I look at him and jerk back.

Fury lines his face.

Fury that’s directed at me.

My stomach drops to my feet while a chill runs down my spine as his cold eyes look through me. I swallow thickly as he exhales hard through his nose.

"Daniella," Luke snarls.

"I’m sorry." I breathe and walk out, shutting the door behind me.

Sitting back behind my desk, I lean my head back and close my eyes. I need to get it together. I can’t speak to my boss like he’s some random guy who cut me off in traffic. I’ll lose my job before the day is over.

I take a calming breath, putting myself back together and continue reading the file he gave me, fixing the mistakes and typing them up. It takes me longer than I want it to, but his handwriting is like chicken scratch. I entered everything into the computer and managed to print the last one right at noon.

"For fuck sakes," I grumble.

Now the printer's flashing at me.

Out of paper.

Back on the chair I go.

A muscular forearm catches my eye as it reaches past me to grab the paper. I turn and meet the most beautiful blue eyes. It’s like looking into a cloudless summer sky. He smiles and I almost fall off the chair. Next to Luke, this guy is the most handsome man I have ever been this close to. Sky blue eyes, long golden blond hair that sits just above the widest shoulders I have ever seen, not including Mason’s. And he smells good enough to eat.

"Thought you could use some help," he says.

Shit, his voice is deep.

He holds his hand out to me, and I take it, helping me off the chair. I’m wearing heels and I stand just below his very large pecks. Pecks that look like they’re going to bust out of his dress shirt if he moves his arms too much.

"Thanks. I’m too short to work here," I state.

His eyes run the length of my body. "I’d say you’re the perfect height," he winks, and I flush.

He breaks the package of paper over his muscular thigh and loads the printer for me. It whirls back to life, spitting out what I sent. The desk phone rings, and I reach over to answer it, feeling the mystery man’s eyes on me. "Lucas Archer’s Office."

"Files finished?" Luke demands.

"Finishing now. The printer ran out of pap—"

"I don’t care," he hangs up and I flip off the window to his office, hoping he sees it.

Tall, blond and pantie dropping handsome laughs, handing me the papers. I staple them and walk into his office.

"Knock, Daniella," Luke growls.

I knock on his desk intensely and slap the papers in front of him. "Anything else?"

"No."

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