Page 44 of The Boss's Forbidden Assistant

‘I’m used to long days.’

‘Not this long.’

‘No,’ she agreed, moving to him so she could latch her hands behind his waist. She liked touching him. No, she loved it. Being this close to him was a form of nirvana. ‘But I’ll be fine. I like to be busy.’ She suspected she’dneedto be busy when she got back, if she had any hope of pushing Salvador from her mind.

‘Tell me about your job.’ It was a command and, like all of Salvador’s commands, it sent a shiver down her spine, a wave of desire that was always inspired by his confidence and strength.

‘You’ve seen my CV, right?’ she teased.

‘I know your position and title, but I mean, what do you do on a day-to-day basis?’

‘Standard executive assistant duties,’ she said, feeling less enthusiastic about talking than about feeling the sensuality of the moment with the water, the late-afternoon sun and his body—naked except for a pair of board shorts that she could easily dispose of...

But he was insistent. ‘Such as?’

‘Complex diary management, travel plans; I sit in on meetings, triage emails—a lot of the stuff I’ve been doing this week with you, but less of it.’

‘Do you read and evaluate reports?’

‘No.’ Her lips twisted. ‘At least, not as part of my job.’

His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. ‘You do it because you enjoy it?’

‘The reports are there. I see them. And I think it’s good for me to be informed about what we’re doing, so I can spot any errors.’

‘I’ll bet,’ he said, but his jaw was clenched, his expression showing frustration. She blinked up at him, lifting a hand and brushing some wet hair back from his face.

‘What is it, Salvador?’

She wondered if she’d ever stop feeling that thrill when she said his name. It felt somehow elicit.

‘You’re wasting yourself in a job like that.’

Her heart sped up. ‘I told you, I like what I do. I’m good at it.’

‘Obviously. But you could be good at anything you pursued.’

‘We’ve discussed this. You know why I’m doing this.’

‘For the money.’

‘That’s why most people work. Probably hard for someone like you to understand.’

‘Someone like me?’

‘I just mean it’s been a long time since you’ve had to think about paying rent or the fact that hospitals cost a fortune.’

‘Having money doesn’t make me a moron.’

She smiled at that. ‘No.’

‘What if I were to give you money?’ He asked the question completely deadpan, eyes hooked to hers, so she had no idea if he could read every expression that flooded her mind. He was so astute, and she feared she was like an open book to him.

‘Youaregiving me money,’ she said slightly unevenly, as she tried to regulate her breathing. ‘The bonus I get for taking this role is huge.’

His face bore an expression of impatience. ‘You’ve earned that.’

‘Exactly.’

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