Page 5 of How to Marry the Boss

She looks up at me with those hypnotic eyes, and I all but freeze. Her juicy, plump, pink lips are something that will forever be ingrained in my mind. She wears a black sweat-jacket-and-pant duo that compliments her pale skin well and reveals a bit of cleavage.

“H-hi, Jake.” Her soft and angelic voice brings me out of my head.

As reality comes back to the forefront, so does the fact Mia and I aren’t alone.

Right, her brother is still here.

As much as I want to confess my feelings today, I can’t. There’s too much I need to do, to learn, to plan, before that happens.

For now I choose to act normal, not like I just discovered the eighth wonder of the world and want to fuck it.

“How was your flight?” I ask. Safe question, right?

“Long, but thankfully uneventful,” she replies.

I offer my hand to her when she swings her legs out of the car. The moment her fingers hit my palm, electricity runs through my arm and to the rest of my body, making me jolt slightly. Suddenly I feel more alive than I have in years. More motivated to claim her than I have been for anyone.

She lets out a small gasp. Did she feel that too? Or am I going crazy?

Once she stands upright from the car, she pulls her hand away. The absence of her touch has my body go cold.

Whatever that was, I want more of it.

She turns her attention to Jonathan. “Jet lag is already kicking my ass.”

“Then we won’t keep you long. I just wanted to give you a tour. Will your boyfriend mind?”

Boyfriend? Boyfriend!

I try to hide my surprise. I shouldn’t be shocked. She’s a beautiful woman. Only a fucking idiot wouldn’t be able to see that.

I’ll just bide my time. Play the friend, or friendly coworker, until things change.

She shakes her head no. Jonathan, with a hand to the small of her back, guides her inside the building. I walk behind them.

For the next hour, we go through one floor to the next. I can’t help but watch the sway of her hips with each step she takes. I struggle to stay focused.

Mia’s older brother continues to explain what each room is used for while she politely nods with understanding.

J concludes the tour in Mia’s new office—which happens to be between my best friend’s and mine.

J and I sit on chairs opposite her. A large, dark-colored office desk is between her and us. A huge window, overlooking a good portion of a park, is adjacent to us, which illuminates the room in natural lighting.

“So…” He grins “What do you think?”

“What do I think? I think you gave me one of best offices in this entire building.”

“I’m glad you like it. Just know you can decorate the space however you want.”

“Trust me, I’m already thinking of an aesthetic.” She smiles, then gives him an incredulous stare. “What happened to the other guy?”

“He wasn’t you.”

She laughs. “You could’ve offered the job to anyone, J.”

“True, but I feel better around those I trust, who know what they’re doing, and won’t sugarcoat things for me, than otherwise.”

She leans back in her black leather chair, staring around the space. Every so often we lock eyes before she pulls her gaze away. Her cheeks turn a slight pink. Is she blushing?

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