Page 48 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

But instead of the familiar irritation that accompanied thoughts of her, there was nothing. Just blankness.

Shrugging my duvet off, I jumped out of bed. Immediately heading for the shower. A few minutes later, I returned to wear my suit.

Once I was satisfied with the fit, I grabbed my briefcase. Hoping my assistant was ready.

The engagement didn’t mean she would slack off. Our agreement states that professional conduct be maintained while away from the public eye. So she had to be or else…

Or else what Damien? Give her another lesson?

I instantly brushed the stupid thought. Making my way out of the room.

When I reached the landing, I saw her. Her eyes widened when she noticed my presence, just like yesterday.

Images of the short dress she’d worn floated through my mind, but I brushed it off. At least I did my best to.

Digging my hands into my pocket, I narrowed my eyes at her. For the first time, her hair flowed in loose waves behind her. Some of it fell over her chest.

Her ample chest.

“Good morning, sir,” she greeted.

Even without telling her, it seemed like she had taken the hint that we would ride together. She was taking her job seriously.

She didn’t wait for my reply and hurriedly rushed down the staircase. I refrained from yelling at the petulant act when I noticed something off about her walk.

I noticed it yesterday. But I had thought it was the numerous bags. Now, it didn’t seem so.

There was a limp in her walk.

It was subtle. Very subtle, I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t looking.

We reached the car, and I threw her a questioning glare. But she waved it. Tucking the hem of her dress neatly below her knees.

Furrowing my brows, I climbed in the Benz after her. Fred greeted as usual. And we were on our way.

I let the soft hum of the engine fill my mind as I relaxed into the silence that settled between us. For me, the silence was routine. But for her, I could tell it was uncomfortable. I briefly wondered why.

She seemed to always have a smart mouth. Perhaps it was all still new to her. And I had to ease her into it slowly.

To keep our audience invested, we needed to show up at gatherings together. So she had to get used to it.

I noticed her fingers wring together nervously. For a brief moment, I was tempted to detangle them. But I let it be.

We reached the office building in no time. Pulling her close, I snaked an arm around her waist.

Surprised stares greeted us as we entered the building.

Thankfully she wasn’t tense. And her expression remained neutral.

Diligent to her job, I see.

I detached my hands when we got into the elevator. Clearing my throat unnecessarily.

Her gaze remained fixed on nothing in particular.

She spared me no glance.

Did she not have any snarky comments?

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