Page 8 of Consumed By You

“Come in.”

I step into the room and immediately walk over to put his drink on the desk.

“For the record, you don’t have to knock every time you come in. Only if I’m with someone.”

He looks up from his computer and I’m blown away by how the light makes his irises practically translucent. He’s wearing glasses, and holy crap, I’ve never found glasses sexy till now. I’m sure they’re Prada or Armani or some other expensive brand, framing his eyes with slim onyx rims.

“Yes, sir.”

He glances down at the mug of rich coffee, then over at the empty mug already next to him.

“Black, shot of espresso?” he asks with a hint of astonishment, and I nod. He looks pleased and it makes me want to leap in the air.

Jesus, get ahold of yourself, Fontaine.

“I got my own this morning. I didn’t expect you to know yet. I’m impressed, Miss Fontaine.”

I smile proudly, knowing I need to thank Kate sometime today. This may be the only time he’s nice to me.

“These are the memos I need you to get out today.” He hands me a stack of thick binders. “Then I have a few documents that need to be written. I have a lunch engagement, so I need you to get me a reservation at one of the restaurants on the list in your office. Let me know which one by eleven.”

He picks up the fresh mug of coffee and brings it to his lips, turning back to his work on the computer.

“Yes, sir.”

I hurry out of the office as fast as I can in heels and back to my office, dropping the piles onto the desk.

Here we go.

***

As soon as I hang up the phone at a quarter to eleven, I phone Benjamin.

“Yes?”

“Your reservation is at Ayada at noon, sir.”

“Thank you.”

He hangs up and I let out a deep breath, relieved he was okay with Thai cuisine. I’m halfway done with the memos when my phone rings. The screen displays “front desk.”

“Hello?”

“Darcy, Mr. Scott’s guest is on her way to you. Elizabeth Nichols.”

“Thank you, Kate.”

I press the button for Benjamin’s extension.

“Yes, Miss Fontaine?”He sounds annoyed.

“Elizabeth Nichols is here to see you.”

“Yes. Send her in.”

“Yes, sir.”

I hop up, and just as I turn the corner to meet his guest, I find a long-legged runway model headed straight toward me.