Page 30 of Flirting with the CEO

Unfortunately, I didn't get to see Colton that day at all to prove I had it on.

The next morning, I sprayed it on my wrist and neck. I was getting addicted to the seductive smell.

As I was sifting through Colton’s emails, I found one that was from a sender I'd never seen before: Maddox Whitley.

I frowned. Whitley? That meant he was related to Colton. It wasn’t one of his brothers, though. Then I remembered it was one of his half brothers' names. That meant it could be something personal, not related to Whitley Biotech, so I didn't open it.

I clicked on it with the intention of flagging it as personal but ended up opening it accidentally and saw the first line.

Hey, guys, I'm forwarding this email I got from Dad.

He’d sent it to a number of recipients. Crap! I really hadn’t wanted to snoop.

I put Colton’s email aside, focusing on completing the plans for the digital signature.

At nine o'clock, I heard his voice in the hallway. For once, he seemed to be alone. He had a meeting in five minutes, but what I needed from him would only take three, so I darted out of my office, careful not to make my steps too large because I was wearing a snug dress and didn’t need this one ripping too.

I knocked as I opened the door, and he quickly looked up.

"Zoey," he said. "Come on in. Close the door."

"Um, you only have a few minutes until the meeting starts."

"You're right."

I looked at him and said, "Listen. Two things. One, I'll finalize everything for that digital signature today. I'll need your actual signature later on."

"I can sign now."

"No, it's better if we do it during the last step."

He nodded. "Okay. And the second thing is?"

"Did you check your email this morning?"

"Not yet."

"There's one from Maddox Whitley, and I was wondering if I should make a folder for personal emails. I’d recommend automatically forwarding personal emails to another email address. I can set it up if you give me a list of personal contacts.”

His expression changed instantly, the corners of his mouth turning downward. He took out his phone, staring at the screen. His nostrils flared, and then he looked up at me.

"Yes, that's a private email. No need to label it. Maddox doesn't have my actual private email address, which is why he sent it to the office, but I'll sort it out."

How could his mood have changed so fast? I could practically feel him turning into a grump. An alarm clock sounded, and I startled.

"Sorry, that's my phone. A reminder that I need to go to the meeting room. I'll catch up with you later."

As he made his way past me, he stopped in his tracks. "You're wearing the perfume I gave you."

I swallowed hard. "Yes, I am."

"You've been wearing it all week?"

"Yes."

He drew in a deep breath. “You smell delicious.”

"You should go." I murmured.

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