His Temporary Assistant: A Grumpy Boss Romantic Comedy (Kensington Square Book 1) by Taryn Quinn

Author:Taryn Quinn [Quinn, Taryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rainbow Rage Publishing
Published: 2021-03-24T18:30:00+00:00

Sixteen

I didn’t speak to him for the rest of the morning. He’d left the office promptly thirty minutes before his appointment and barely looked at me on his way by.

I finished his To Do list in record time, mostly because I was fueled by anger and a touch of guilt. Acclimating Smoky to his new home had probably killed some of his sleeping. But his general stick-up-the-assery was enough to keep me from feeling too bad about it.

There were no other clients due in the office until late afternoon so I escaped to the records room with my earbuds to play rage rock while I chipped my way through the 2000’s.

I was well into the L names before I flipped off my heels and ended up cross-legged on one of the executive chairs PMS had put in the room for me.

I’d moved on from my rage playlist to true crime. I was mentally knee deep in the horrific story of Willie Pickton when something white and gold landed in the center of the Lyle folder.

It rolled onto its side until the label for Preston’s caramel confection K-cup stared at me.

I looked up to find him looming over me, his knuckles resting on the table. His muscular forearms were tight with annoyance, the white sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and he’d lost his suit coat—leaving him only in that damn vest.

My nipples instantly tightened.

Damn traitors.

I flicked out my earbuds and the ladies from the Morbid podcast stopped talking.

He tipped his head, his dark eyes glittering. “What is that?”

I picked up the K-cup. “Columbian Coconut-Caramel blend,” I read aloud then set it in front of him.

“And why is it not at my coffee station?”

I laced my fingers on top of the file. “Not sure. I only had one in my pocket.”

“In your—”

I unearthed the warmer one that was still in the pocket of my dress. I’d actually forgot about it while I was working. “Look at that, now you have two. Okay, forty-eight if you want to get technical.” I gave him a brief smile.

He straightened and crossed his arms over his chest, making his arms bulge with all those muscles that just didn’t compute for such a desk jockey.

“Maybe you should have one now, and it will put you in a better mood.” I frowned. “The box is under my desk—how did you get this one?”

“My brother chucked one at my head when we were arguing about who was going to take the Donnelly case.”

I winced. Mary Donnelly had been particularly vicious when she’d come in earlier in the week. “Your brother shouldn’t have been under my desk.”

Preston’s jaw flexed, and I was pretty sure he was going to crush his molars. “That is not the point. And why exactly aren’t you manning the phones?”

“Because I’m manning all this.” I gestured to the stacks of files before tapping the K-cup from my pocket. “Look, it was just a little fun. You were being all rude and PMS-y.

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