Page 11 of Her Impossible Boss's Baby

Was that really the only reason?

Because yes, he was sexy. Gorgeous in a way that no other man had ever been to her, but she didn’t have feelings for him. Surely impossible attraction wasn’t so strong that it could be the sole reason she had never taken a lover.

She pushed that out of her mind deliberately, because she knew that Luca was going to arrive any moment.

She was bustling around on the private plane making sure that everything was in order.

Making sure his favorite food and drink were available, and that everything was the exact right temperature.

“I don’t see three notebooks,” she said, digging around the space.

The stewardess frowned. “Aren’t there two?”

“Dr. Salvatore has requested there be three. That is standard for any flight exceeding three hours.”

“Can’t he bring his own?”

She felt her hackles rising. “Dr. Salvatore does not pay a staff to ready things for him so that he can spend precious thinking time pondering the quantity of his own notebooks.”

And there it was. As easy to find as ever. The umbrage that she felt on his behalf when things were not exactly as he had dictated they be.

The issue was...she hadn’t done this job all these years without undergoing a certain level of indoctrination where Luca was concerned.

The man was curing cancer. It sort of balanced out the whole being an asshole thing.

That didn’t mean she could or should work for him forever, but it wasn’t as if she could prove his eccentricities weren’t merited.

The woman looked askance at Polly and Polly felt...peeled. Like the flight attendant was seeing something other than Polly’s professionalism at work and Polly did not like it.

“You must be new,” Polly said, pinning the other woman beneath her most pointed gaze and clinging to her haughty PA front because it was better than being seen.

At that exact moment she heard heavy footsteps behind her, and she turned to see Luca standing there. She couldn’t explain the physical reaction she had to the sight of him.

She had seen him yesterday, after all. He ought to be commonplace in every way.

But then, hadn’t she just spent the past week trying to untangle why her feelings for him, her feelings about leaving, didn’t seem as straightforward as they should.

“There is an issue with the notebooks,” Polly said slowly. “But it will be remedied.”

His gaze never left her.

“Good,” he said.

Polly dialed the private airline concierge at the airport. “I need a notebook brought to Dr. Salvatore’s plane within the next fifteen minutes. Yes.” She gave the specifications, and then got off the phone. Because there were measurements, materials and page space requirements.

“Everything will be in place,” she said.

He nodded once, and then disappeared into the bedroom at the back of the plane, closing the door behind him.

She let out a breath, and the stewardess looked at her. “Are you afraid of him? Is that why you’re so concerned about his notebooks?”

Afraid? This woman thought...Polly was afraid?

She frowned. “I’m not afraid of him. But Dr. Salvatore is a genius. And there are certain things that he requires so that his brain is free to think about medical mysteries. I might be leaving my job but—”

“So, you don’t like it. Or him.”

This was now some weird battle of wills between her and this other woman. Like she was bound and determined to make Polly admit that Luca was unreasonable. And Polly thought he was in many respects, but she had context for him. And dammit she would not say it to this other woman.

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