Page 66 of The Guy Who Became My Grumpy Boss

She pursed her pink lips. “Too bad. I was thinking about stealing you away from him.”

I blinked in surprise. “Me?”

Amelia stepped closer and lowered her voice. “I’ve heard nothing but the highest praise about you from almost everyone. My personal assistant is leaving at the beginning of the summer to start his own business, which I’m happy about, but it meansI need someone new.” She eyed me. “Would you be at all interested?”

At that moment I felt like Peter, completely unprepared for a conversation.

The correct answer would be, “Of course I’d be interested,” but then I’d have to leave Peter.

Would that be so bad? If things got serious between us, we probably shouldn’t be working together anyway.

With that thought, I nodded. “I might be.”

“Good.” Amelia patted me on the arm. “I’ll send you my offer.”

It sounded like she was ready to do it right then, but I didn’t get to ask her about it or protest, because another team arrived with a literal pallet mover of food items.

“Is there a prize for buying the most with our money?” One woman smiled and pointed proudly at the cube of goods.

“There is.” I scrolled to their team info and pointed across the ballroom. “You’re on the far end, along the back wall.”

“Thanks.”

The whole team pushed the load, and I noticed them chatting and laughing.

Amelia patted me on the arm again. “This was the perfect idea.”

“It wasn’t just mine,” I reminded her.

Our CEO gave me a knowing smile, then walked away.

“Wow,” I muttered to myself when she was out of earshot. I’d always loved the work at this company, and I was totally behind what they did for people, but I hadn’t been thinking about moving positions. Was it something I wanted? Or was it something I needed?

Personal attention from Amelia would be invaluable.

My eyes wandered the room until I found Peter, still with Marissa.

What would happen if we didn’t see each other all the time? Would the heat between us cool? Would he be upset if I left? After all, he didn’t love change.

“Jessica!” a panicked voice called.

I turned and found Patrice from the food committee running toward me. “We have a problem.”

Of course we did. “What is it?” I used as patient of a voice as I could muster.

“It’s the sandwiches. The company didn’t tell us they used nuts in their bread, and we have a few people who are allergic.”

Well, this was an actual emergency. I thought about dragging Peter away from Marissa, but I’d agreed to take care of all the problems before the event officially started.

Catherine, Tyrell’s assistant, had been lurking nearby for a while. I caught her attention and moved to her. “Do you think you can handle getting everyone else in place? The layout is here and instructions are on the board.” I indicated my tablet.

She frowned, and her expression asked what she’d done to deserve this.

“We’ve got an allergy emergency with the food,” I explained.

Catherine held her hand out for my tablet.

Chapter 20

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