Page 10 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

The buzzing stopped and I smirked. But it started again.

My eyes flitted to the wall clock at the entrance. It was one minute past his stupid three-hour mark.

Begrudgingly, I dropped my fingers.

“Sir,” I grunted into the phone.

“Coffee.” Came his curt reply before the call ended.

I bit back my distaste before moving to the door.

According to him, I had to brew his coffee on the first floor. Because the coffee maker in his office just tasted different.

For someone with outstanding achievements, you’d expect him to be smart. But it seemed he wasn’t.

The taste of the coffee was dependent on the ingredients. Not the damn brewing machine.

He definitely knew this. He had to. And all this hassle of stressing to the first floor was intentional.

The elevator dinged and I entered. I headed to the brewing machine once it opened.

I still could never get over the beauty of this place. Glass. It was all expensive glass.

The floors, the doors, the walls. Everything.

“Good morning,” I greeted a young man brewing his coffee.

“Morning,” his voice was cheery.

Hmm. That’s a first.

“How was your night?” He smiled. Boyish was the best way to describe his smile.

“Fine,” I nodded, a little stunned that he had tried to keep the conversation going.

Unlike other employees, he seemed nice. And friendly. Where the rest wore a permanent scowl, his lips seemed to be set in a smile. I briefly wondered if his cheeks didn’t hurt.

With his brown hair and brown skin, he stood a couple of inches above me as he finally rose to his full height. Coffee in hand.

“You’re the Renee Walker, I presume?”

“Uh, yes.”

Some of his hair fell into his coffee-brown eyes when he nodded. “I’m Jack. Jack Brown.”

I stared awkwardly at him. What was I supposed to say next? I had already said my name.

Maybe not say anything and get your cranky boss his coffee.

Ignoring my conscience, I smiled. “Junior associate?”

“No. Paralegal,” he scratched the back of his neck. “You know words have been flying around that the boss has a new assistant. It’s good to finally meet her.”

Oh, I was a celeb now?

Before I could reply, he shot me another smile. “I have to go now. Catch you later.”

I watched his long strides until he entered an office. I think I just found myself a friend.

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