Page 49 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Pushing the thoughts to one side, I immediately stepped out when the elevator dinged open.

I shut the door to my office and assumed my position behind my desk.

Like the seat had conjured it, other important thoughts immediately streamed to the forefront of my mind.

Ariana.

Trusting Ariana wasn’t a big deal. The issue was her reliability. Would she be able to get things done properly and on time?

I had my doubts, sadly.

Handling things on my own would have been a better approach. But that would be folly. Somehow, suddenly all I’ve worked for seemed to be the stakes for any actions or lack of.

I just had to put my faith in her once again.

I busied myself with other things. Reviewing emails and client requirements. And proofreading some legal documents.

About an hour later, I suddenly recalled I’d requested John to assign a task to her. Leaning back, I glanced at the telephone before bringing my fingers to my hair. I had no specific reason for assigning John except that I just didn’t want unnecessary visits to my office.

But right now, I suddenly wanted to see what she’d been working on.

Instantly, I dialled her desk.

“Sir.” Her voice lacked a certain vigour. She sounded tired.

I quickly ignored it.

“I expect the submission for the brief in two minutes.”

If she was confused, I couldn’t say. But I expected her to understand.

A soft rasp sounded on the door shortly after. Then she limped in. My eyes flew to her legs almost immediately.

Did it get worse?

“Here’s the file, sir,” she announced, placing the folder on the desk. She moved a few feet backward before hanging on her good foot.

Bringing my eyes and thoughts away from the foot, I picked up the file. And opened it. I briefly skimmed through.

Everything seemed to be thorough. Detailed. I was starting to commend her expertise in tasks like this.

Returning my eyes to her frame, I nodded. “You did a good job.”

Her eyes widened. And for a moment, I thought she lost her balance.

I frowned. Have I never given her a compliment before? No?

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered. The slight tint in her cheeks confirmed my suspicions. I had never seen her blush.

My eyes raked her entire body again. Lingering on the curves she flaunted below her small waist.

I suddenly noticed she wore a pink flowery dress. It wasn’t my favourite type of dress on her. My favourite was what she’d worn at the conference.

And I suddenly wanted to repeat-.

I quickly interrupted my thoughts with a firmer clench on the file. She seemed to notice.

What was wrong with me?

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