Page 53 of Resolute

I wave as I walk back and head to the Tube.

A shot of excitement courses through me as I think about how Vicente will treat me this morning. Are we going back to the boss-employee dynamic? Or are we going to share longing looks?

Ahhh! I’m making up too much stuff in my head.

Vicente Godoy is myhot, hotboss. Nothing else.

“Good morning, Camila. How are you feeling today?” Samantha asks from her desk as I step into the office.

“I’m good, thank you for asking,” I say, not wanting to share more details.

“I was so worried about you.”

I stop in my tracks, confused as to why she would be worried.

“Mr. Godoy was so flustered when he noticed you weren’t here. Then he asked for your address, and I thought he had gone to fire you,” she says the last words in a whisper.

I chuckle because if I hadn’t experienced yesterday myself, I would have thought he was going to fire me too. But there’s no way a man who cooked breakfast for me and my daughter, then spent the entire day watching movies with us, was planning to let me go.

“Actually, no. He just went to check on me,” I say, avoiding her gaze. The memory of him sitting next to me on the sofa replays in my mind, and I have to fight the urge not to smile too wide.

When I don’t hear a peep out of her, I finally glance up—and find her staring at me, eyes wide.

I mirror her reaction just as the lift doors slide open.

And in walks my boss.

The hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Good morning, Ms. Smith. Camila,” he says in his gravelly tone, looking at Samantha first, then me.

His gaze lingers on me for a beat before he strides toward his office.

Today, he’s wearing another gray three-piece suit, a black briefcase in one hand while the other rests in his pocket—he looks like a runway model. And that strong whiskey and leather scent fills the air.

He’s a force to be reckoned with.

Samantha and I remain frozen in place.

Once he’s out of earshot, she leans in with a smirk. “Wow. Whatever happened yesterday, I’m glad it was a change in the right direction,” she says, throwing a wink.

I don’t confirm or deny a thing—just head straight to my office, keeping a straight face.

When I step inside, Vicente is already there, waiting for me.

He’s standing with one leg crossed over the other, leaning back against my desk, a disarming smirk playing on his lips.

“Mr. Godoy, good morning. I’ll be back with your coffee and cookies in no time.”

He clears his throat as he raises a brow, and I chuckle.

“Vicente.”

The moment I say his name, a slow sexy smile graces his lips.

“I’ll be just a minute."

“Camila, wait.”

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