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Chloe

I shifted on my chair for the umpteenth time this hour, looking at Bryce through the glass of his office. He was typing something on his computer, his eyebrows drown together, completely unaware of my gaze. A strand of his dark hair fell across his forehead when he titled his head to the side, and I imagined pushing it aside before I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Calm down, Chloe. You’re too obvious,” I muttered to myself.

I dragged my eyes back to the computer screen and continued working on the document he was waiting for. My eyes searched for him too often, feeding on his alluring appearance, while my mind kept coming back to the moment two hours ago, when he threw on his white lab coat and rushed out of the office to save a life, becoming my object of admiration then and there.

I never knew something like that could leave me hot and bothered, but here I was—captivated by the man who was sexy, smart, compassionate, and kind-hearted, saving the lives of so many patients, and what was hotter than that?

I’d never had a type of man. I always went with the flow, enjoying the moment, so all my exes were pretty diverse when it came to looks and characteristics. But if someone asked me about my favorite type now, that would definitely be Bryce Evander.

Somehow, all other guys looked pale compared to him. Also, I had never felt this kind of attraction before—the one that helped me forget about the whole world but him, and it didn’t matter that he was my boss.

I was already in deep.

I glanced at him as I stretched my arms and found him reclined in his chair with his hands behind his head, his eyes closed. He looked tired, as if the intervention had drained him off, and I conjured up an idea. Checking up my appearance in my compact mirror, I stood up and fixed creases on my skirt before I headed to his office.

He snapped his eyes open when I entered his office, a seductive smile appearing on his face. “Yes?”

I told myself to stay calm and collected, but my increased pulse betrayed me. His nearness and scent that spread through the room were more than enough to make me dazzled.

“You’re tired, and you look like you could eat something. If you want, I can run out and get you some dinner.”

His smile was gorgeous, making my insides warm. “You’re an angel, Chloe.” An angel. The warmth crept up my face. “I hit the jackpot with you. You’re the first assistant that paid that much attention to my personal needs.”

I pulled my lower lip between my teeth. “Well, I have to make sure that you have everything you need.”

He didn’t respond anything immediately, his smile wiped off his face as he lowered his eyes to my breasts for a fleeting moment. I swallowed the lump in my throat, too self-conscious. A hint of lust darkened his eyes, making breathing impossible, and I waited for his next words impatiently...

“I’ll tell you what, why don’t we stay here and order in? We should make plans for our trip before tomorrow morning, so we can do it now. What do you say?”

My body grew hotter, and I fought to maintain a neutral expression on my face. We would be all alone in his office for the rest of the evening. All alone... He and I...

All kinds of scenarios crossed my mind, enticing me to accept right away.

“Sure. I’d like that.”

We ordered Chinese food and moved to the couch after it arrived. The rest of the office was already dark and deserted, providing us privacy. I was too aware of his body next to mine on the couch, his knee almost brushing mine whenever he leaned toward the coffee table to take more food from the containers. He acted normal

ly, talking about our trip, but I paid little attention to his words as I tried to calm down my breathing and erratic thoughts.

The evening had passed quickly, but with each passing hour, the air between us grew more charged.

“So what do you think?” he asked me suddenly.

“Huh?”

I chided myself for the lack of attention and tried to remember what he’d been talking about during the last minute, but I came up short.

“I asked you about the airline company. Which one do you think we should use?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. My mind wandered off for a moment.”

I looked at the choices, having little to no experience with the most of them. I was actually afraid of flying, which was one of the reasons why I rarely went abroad. Whenever I took a flight, I was nervous, experiencing nausea and profuse sweating with no one by my side to comfort me.

For a second, I toyed with the idea of asking him to change his plan and use a car instead of flying, but I didn’t want to come out as demanding and difficult to work with. After all, this was my job, so I had to grab the bull by the horns and overcome my issue.

“I think we should use that one.” I pointed at the name on the paper in his lap. “I heard that they are reliable and have a great service.”

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