Miranda knew she was late for work, but she had an important report to hand in to her lecturer. If it wasn't in by two that afternoon, she and the four other members in her group would be royally fucked. In other words, they wouldn't graduate. So instead of stopping by the office building she was interning in, she stepped on the gas and passed right by. She also recognised her boss staring right at her. She knew this wouldn't end well.
Forty-five long minutes later she jumped out of her car the second it was parked and rushed inside. Her aunt had pulled a couple of strings and managed to get her this job, one she desperately needed. Being in the second trimester of a potentially risky pregnancy, she only worked mornings as the PA to Alexander Colonomos. She had suggested her niece to take over from her in the afternoons. And even though she had absolutely no experience, the man had taken her aunt's vouch. Making both herself and her aunt look so unprofessional was the last thing she needed. Somehow she'd have to talk him into keeping his mouth shut about this incident.
"Ah, Miranda! Come in; come in."
As always, the sound of his deep voice sent shivers down her spine. She had to mentally slap herself to keep from ogling the man. Get a hold of yourself, she admonished herself. He's too old for you. Not that he looked old, however. As a matter of fact, he was most probably in his prime at thirty-three years of age. Even though she was twenty-two, he always succeeded in making her feel like a school girl around him.
"Good afternoon, sir," she greeted with a dazzling smile, knowing the effect it had on people. She also knew from experience that sitting down in one of his chairs without being invited to do so was a big no-no in his book. She snorted silently. God knew what she saw in the big jerk.
Alexander waved his hand, silently telling her she could sit. He laced his fingers together and leaned forward in his seat. Those fingers. Those big, manly, oh so beautiful fingers!
"I'd like to know, Miranda, why you drove past the office earlier today," he said in perfect, but slightly accented English.
"I am so sorry, Sir. I had to hand in a report back at the college, but one of my partners emailed the wrong date to me. It was due today. My lecturer was going to fail me if I didn't hand it in."
"We had an agreement. I understand that you have school work to do, but that is reserved for your mornings. Get your priorities straight."
"I am so sorry," she repeated. "You can't tell Aunt Lisa about this."
"Oh?" he murmured, raising an elegant black eyebrow.
"I meant please don't tell Aunt Lisa about this. It would stress her out, not good for the baby."
"What I choose to tell or not to tell your aunt is my business. As far as I'm concerned, you had a choice to make between your job and your school work."
They sat in a tense silence for a while. Why did God insist on blessing an absolute boar like Alexander Colonomos with such good looks? Telling him just what she thought of him was on the very tip of her tongue, but she bit it as hard as she could, something she was never very good at.
"Nothing to say?" he taunted.
What the fuck was he? A mind reader?
