Page 25 of Resisting the CEO (Dirty Hot Resistance 2)

He just rakes his eyes over my form in a deliberately provocative manner. “Another time then,” he says with a smirk.

There’s a shift to the dynamics of our relationship and I do

n’t know where and when it happened. From a boss who’s only ever friendly to me, he’s suddenly flirting, and I’m starting to sense that there’s something else going on that I’m not entirely aware of.

The whole evening has been so strange that the fact that my billionaire boss might be putting the moves on little old me will probably make more of an impact tomorrow.

“Kendall, who is- Hi, Caleb. Oh, you brought food!” Tracy looks delighted. “Are you staying?”

“He has to—?”

“I would love to,” Caleb cuts me off with a polite smile towards my roommate.

Tracy smiles, having taken a shine towards him since their first meeting and then cranes her neck to look around him, slightly disappointed when she doesn’t see who she wanted to, “Oh, Duke’s not with you?”

I roll my eyes at her and say sarcastically, “He’s right next door. Why don’t you go invite him?”

When Tracy beams at me for the suggestion and darts past Caleb, I gape at her rushing form and mumble, “I wasn’t serious.” I suddenly realize that I’m left all alone with my boss who’s not acting really acting like himself ever since Max announced to the room in general that I may or may not be harboring sex toys in my bedroom.

I shuffle awkwardly, my mind dwelling on the fact that there’s still Arthur to contend with. When Duke arrived, he had very willingly tied up the unconscious man and left him in his office while Caleb had told me he’d deal with this.

But Caleb didn’t know what people like Arthur were capable of. With my new salary, I could probably have Max change schools, but Tracy was still unsure about that.

To top it all off, this is the first time I’m alone with my boss since my little meltdown when I had all but called him a snob to his face, roughly speaking.

And he’s acting so weird.

And it’s giving me a headache.

Caleb prowls around the living area and notes the unopened boxes lying in a corner.

Some of the things have been unpacked but I know that Tracy and I can’t get it done in one single day.

However, he’s looking through the photographs I’ve unpacked. “You and Miss Williams have been friends for a long time,” he muses, his tone considering.

“Nearly ten years now.” I open the box that has the cutlery. “You can just start calling her Tracy. Especially since you’re eating with us.”

He sidesteps my statement with a question, “How did you two meet?”

I pause momentarily, memories flooding me, and I smile. “She was sent to the orphanage when she was seventeen. We just became friends.”

“I see.”

I glance up only to see him watching me with that odd gaze as if he wants to say something but something’s holding him back. I often find him looking at me like that, but I usually ignore it.

But today… a lot has happened today.

I lean back on my heels and study him for a few seconds before asking with a sigh, “What are you doing, Mr. Starr?”

He blinks at me. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“This…” I gesture around widely. “You’re supposed to be at a gala today. I RSVP-ed for you. And yet you’re here, in your assistant’s home, you’re bringing us pizza, you punched out my landlord—”

“—Ex-landlord,” my boss corrects tersely. “I’m your new landlord now.”

There’s something meaningful in the way he says it, but I can’t put my finger on it. I give a dismissive wave of my hand. “You know what I mean.” I give him a hard look. “I’m grateful for this job but do you treat all your assistants like this?”

Caleb gazes at me through half-lidded eyes. “I find you interesting.”

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