Page 22 of Think Outside the Boss

Eyes I’d seen laugh and challenge me just a few days ago. Eyes I’d seen closed in pleasure. My anonymous stranger. The dark mafia boss.

The slight widening of his eyes is the only sign of surprise. “What are you doing here?”

My hand tightens into a fist on the table. If my stomach was a ball of nerves before, it’s detonated into butterflies now. “I’m one of the junior professionals here. I was called up for a meeting.”

“Impossible.”

I shake my head. “I started this past Monday.”

He braces his hands on the conference table, the room shrinking with his presence. He’s just as striking under the bright light of day, when there’s no denying the squareness of his jaw or the high cheekbones.

“The three trainees are all male,” he tells me.

Hold up, handsome. “No, they’re not.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Freddie.”

He shakes his head. “Freddie is a man.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“Clearly,” he mutters.

“Freddie is short for Frederica,” I say. “Frederica Bilson.”

He blows out a frustrated breath, leaning back from the table. “Why are you here? How are you here?”

I frown at him and find a sliver of courage amidst the confusion. “What do you mean? I applied for this job six months ago. I sat through interviews and tests. I was chosen and hired, and I started this week.” There’s suspicion in his gaze, barely concealed. It rankles something in me. “Why? Do you think I targeted you this past weekend?”

The brief pause makes it clear that he’d been suspecting just that.

I clasp my hands together on the table to keep them from trembling. “Well, I didn’t. I had no idea who you were.”

He raises an eyebrow, but I stare right back at him, still unable to believe it’s actually him. Sitting here in front of me.

“Fine,” he grinds out. “I suppose we could find a different department for you. Perhaps another of Exciteur Global’s offices.”

Meeting his gaze is the difficult part. I shake my head and look somewhere over his, ignoring the eyes that had so captivated me last weekend. “I’ve done nothing wrong, and I chose the Strategy Department. It’s not fair for me to be relocated because of something that happened outside of work, not to mention before my employment began.” I clear my throat and force myself to add, “With all due respect, sir. Because you are Tristan Conway?”

“Last time I checked, yes.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Fine. You’ll stay, Freddie.”

“Excellent, and I won’t say a word of what happened last weekend,” I say. “I remember your instructions. Anonymity was rule number one, and I’ll keep it.”

Oh, saying that was a mistake.

Staring into his dark eyes, watching the memory rise and burn in them… it sparks the same in me. I shouldn’t have brought words like past weekend and instructions into this conference room. The memory grows between us until it scalds my cheeks and forces me to look away.

“I’d appreciate it if you don’t,” he says finally.

“Great,” I say. “And for the record… I didn’t mean to send you that email.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I figured.”

“It won’t happen again.”

“Learned the difference between replying and forwarding?”

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