Page 24 of The Guy Who Became My Grumpy Boss

“Lunch?” If he didn’t have a client to dine with, Danger Zone liked to spend lunch alone.

“That should give us some time to get started.” His gaze returned to me, and for once, his eyes stayed locked with mine. “I’ll have something brought up for us, and we can eat here.”

He’s not inviting me to lunch.

It’s a meeting.

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll get some ideas together before then.”

“Good.”

I needed to distract myself from the fact that he’d invited me to have lunch with him. He’d mentioned Amelia. “What is Amelia expecting?” I asked. “Are there any musts?”

Danger Zone frowned. “I’ll find out.”

“Great.”

Then he graced me with a slight twitch of his lips. It wasn’t so much of a smile as it was the hint of a smile, but it was enough to rouse the butterflies in my stomach. “Thank you, Jessica. I’ll see you at lunch.”

He’s not inviting me to lunch.

It’s a meeting.

I had to get out of here. “Sounds good.” I stood, gave him a single nod, then did my best to walk casually from the room.

“Jessica?” Danger Zone spoke just before I escaped.

I turned back.

“You like the Indian restaurant down the road. Butter chicken with medium spice, correct?”

I nodded mutely.

“Regular naan?”

How was I going to keep my distance from this guy when he remembered what I liked to eat for lunch?

He doesn’t like curvy girls.

Right. That’s how.

I gave him another nod.

“I’ll take care of it,” he said.

Chapter 8

-Peter-

Having a business lunch, in the office, with my assistant, shouldn’t have provoked a fight-or-flight response, but I was ready to bolt.

Unfortunately, the hour between noon and one was the only time we both had free.

Although I probably should have asked to find out if she had plans.

Why couldn’t I think anything all the way through today?

Maybe I needed to go to the flower shop for a few hours after work. If I couldn’t clear my mind, I wouldn’t survive the week. I made a mental note to call Mrs. Santos when I had a moment.

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