Page 37 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“Yes?” I call out.

Brenda’s head pops in.

“Mr. Richmond is here to see you,” she says.

I gesture with my hand. “Let him in.”

Peter walks in seconds later, a briefcase in hand.

“You could have walked right in,” I say, going to sit down. “Why did you have Brenda announce you?”

“It was her idea. She said you’ve been pacing around your office all day, and she didn’t want anyone interrupting whatever it is you’re trying to figure out,” he explains.

I groan. “I’m fine. It’s nothing to worry about. Why is it that you came to see me? I don’t think we have any meetings today, do we?”

“Actually, we do,” he says, opening the briefcase and bringing out a stack of documents. “But seeing as you don’t remember, Brenda might be spot on.”

I grab one of the thick document files see the wordsgreenandenvironmentalon it, and throw it back on the pile.

“Spot on about what?”

“The nature of your problem. In her words, it’s something so personal that you might wear out your carpet before you find an answer. Which brings me to my question—as a friend, what is going on with you?”

I wave my hand.

“Nothing. Nothing that you should concern yourself with. And you should stop listening to Brenda. She’s not right about everything.”

But it is uncanny how she knows me so well.

Peter shakes his head. “That’s not true. Brenda knows you better than you know yourself. Whatever she says, I believe. And I’m asking as a friend, not your employee.”

My eyebrows crease.

“You’re more than an employee to me, Peter. I’m sure you know that.”

“Yeah, I do. That’s why I’m using that privilege to find out what is wrong. I’m certain it’s a personal matter, and I’ve never seen you get so worked up over anything.”

“Even if you don’t want to tell me in detail, at least tell me something to get it off your mind,” he insists.

That wouldn’t hurt.

I blow out breath from my puckered lips and crack my knuckles.

“Alright. Here goes. Let’s say you run into the most infuriating person you’ve met in your entire life. You decide on the spot that you want nothing to do with that person, but then a part ofyou realizes that you’ve never met anyone who intrigues you so much.”

“That you secretly want to meet up with that person again.”

I tap my desk. “And somehow, your paths cross again and again. At some point, the two of you have to be together for a certain amount of time because you agree to help them with something.”

“Are you worried that you might like her?” Peter asks concerned.

My eyes dart around the office.

“Maybe?” I confess.

“Wow.” He says surprised.

“I know. I know. I don’t want to feel this way, vulnerable. I hate it, and if I could change my mind I would but… I think it’s my heart. Not my mind.”

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