Page 36 of Boss's Baby Surprise

I pointed at him. “Don’t develop a crush on my intern.”

Phillip looked up from rolling drawings and scoffed. “Don’t look at me,” he said. “I won’t report this conversation to HR. You might not want to say anything the next time Michelle is around. She gets very peculiar about appropriate office behavior.”

“Noted,” I said while giving Steve a knowing glance.

I made a mental note for myself as well.Do not be inappropriate with the intern. It was a hard lesson that I really hadn’t learned the last time Clarissa had been my intern.

“Good morning,” I muttered as I pushed my way into the office the next day.

Clarissa was already behind the receptionist desk. “Good morning. Alayna is already here. She has some information for you. James left a message. He said he’ll meet you at your client meeting. He’s not gonna come in today. If you need to spread out in his office for any reason, feel free to do that.”

“Thanks,” I said. “You took off pretty quickly last night.”

“I was late for a meeting,” she said.

There was something off about the tone of her voice and I didn’t quite think she was telling me the truth, but I also knew it wasn’t my place to ask.

“What are you doing for dinner tonight?” I asked, completely ignoring my own advice of the evening before of not getting involved with the intern.

“It’s Friday. I’m making spaghetti.”

“Do you make spaghetti every Friday?” I asked.

She bit her lip and looked to the side, thinking. “I guess I do. I don’t have to think about it. I just know that I make spaghetti.”

“What do you have for dinner on Mondays?”

“Usually, chicken,” she said.

“Do you cook every night?”

“I don’t cook every night. Sometimes, we have pizza,” she admitted.

“We?” I asked.

“I have a roommate,” she blurted out.

“Not the same one you had before?” I asked.

Clarissa giggled. “No, I don’t live with Marci anymore, even though we’re still in the same building.”

“You’re still friends?”

“Best friends,” she said with a smile.

“That must be convenient,” I said.

The phone rang.

“I’ve gotta get this,” she said as she reached for the receiver.

I left her to her work.

Clarissa was still sitting behind the desk and waved as I left for my meeting with James and his client right before lunch. The meeting went as well. The client seemed genuinely pleased that James would still be involved with the business for at least the next year. I was confident that I had made the right choice of buying out the Stone Group.

When I returned to the office, Clarissa was still at the receptionist desk.

“Why are you sitting there?” I asked.

---