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“I think I’m more comfortable calling you Mr. Roman...sir.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll see you at work tomorrow, be around by 6am sharp,” he said before disappearing into the crowd while Olivia took a deep sigh of relief. Proximity to her boss was not helpful or good for her health at all.

Chapter 7

Oliviapromisedherselfthatshe would be as professional as possible—she needed this job.

She raised a cautious fist to knock.

“Come in,” the deep, musical voice called. “Yes, what do you want?”

The narrowed and glittering blue eyes appraised her head to toe as if slowly stripping Olivia of her modest, three-piece hand-me-down navy suit.

He rapped his fingers against the mahogany desk, impatiently waiting for a response.

“Um…you asked me to be here… it’s concerning the meetings you have to take today.”

“Okay, I’ll call you back. I better hear some good news about Fedrin stocks, I have a lot riding on this,” he barked into the phone, hung up, and dropped the phone on his desk.

He’d discarded his jacket, leaving it on his chair, and his shirt was unbuttoned a little too low, causing Olivia’s eyes to stray and wonder what he looked like without the shirt.

Goodness, get a hold of yourself! Olivia scolded herself.

The office was quiet now, with the only sound being the occasional beeping of his computer and his manicured fingers tapping against the desk.

A knock sounded on the door, interrupting them, and he held up a hand as if to stop her from speaking.

“Wait outside, there’s someone I’m expecting now. You can come in after he’s done,” he said and stood up from the swiveling chair.

Behind his desk, the blue shirt was stretching against his muscles.

Goodness was he tall. He moved with the grace of a cat–almost silently towards the door, his footsteps muffled by the rug. He passed her to the door; she caught the heady whiff of his cologne.

“Glad you could make it,” his voice caught a hint of humor as he opened the door for someone laughing behind it.

“You know I wouldn’t miss it. Oh, is that your new intern?”

Roman Knight looked her over again like she was a piece of decorative furniture and grunted. Whatever happened to the way he looked at her last week at the party? Did she imagine it?

“Come in,” he said, and Olivia moved out of the way for her new boss’s visitor.

“Hello, you are?” He asked, stretching out a hand to shake hers.

Olivia looked up to see a tall, handsome man staring down at her. He had a charming smile and warm brown eyes that immediately caught her attention.

“Olivia Walker, Mr. Roman’s intern.”

“No problem at all,” the man said with a smile. “I’m John Batterman, but you can call me JB. I assume you’re newly employed?”

John Batterman? If only he wasn’t holding her hand, she would have swooned.

Olivia nodded, feeling a bit flustered. “Yes, I just started last week. It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Well, welcome to the team, Olivia,” JB said warmly. “If you have any questions or need help with anything, feel free to ask his secretary and if Roman gives you trouble, I’m always happy to assist.”

Olivia felt a flutter in her stomach at his friendly gesture, but Roman was in his seat, watching them with a slight scowl.

“Thank you, JB. I appreciate it,” Olivia said, trying to sound as professional as possible. “I’ll return when you’re finished here.” Olivia said.

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