Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
My body feels shaky, jittery, like I just ran a dozen miles. Adrenaline, I guess. I just keep picturing Cassius’s expression, so cold and distant one moment, then warm and concerned the next. The way he took care of me when I burned myself, the way he leapt into action, makes me think he’s used to that – taking care of people. He’s got this sweet, caring side that I didn’t see before.
But I should have. I mean, he let me stay over here, let me bring the kids along, after barely knowing me. He gave me this job, when he clearly could do without me – he seems like he keeps his information well organized without an assistant.
Why is he doing all of this?
I glance down at my T-shirt, still damp from the sink spray. And who does this belong to? His last assistant? An ex-girlfriend? What’s the story with this spare room, made up for kids? Does he have a wife, babies? It would explain the caring attitude, and the way he was used to dealing with an emergency like a burned hand…
I shake my head. No way can I get involved with a married man. If he hired me because he’s looking for a side chick, he’s got another thing coming.
Luca and Lucie finally calm down enough that I can move them into their stroller and wheel them out into the kitchen – it works in place of a high chair in a pinch.
But once I reach the kitchen, I find it empty. Cassius must have gone to finish getting ready. He ate one of the omelets, I notice, and washed and put away his plate already. The bacon was ruined – I find the remnants in the trash, and the pan soaking in the sink, full of soapy water.
I still can’t figure him out.
I eat my omelet while playing with the twins, trying not to think about him. But the second I hear footsteps in the hallway, my heart leaps into my throat, and I spin around, anxious to see him again.
“Cassius, I’m sorry about –” I pause, blinking.
He’s in a suit, complete with tie, crisp and pressed. His expression is back to the one he wore when he first met me, dead serious. Not warm or caring at all. “I have a meeting,” he says. “You found everything you needed in the office yesterday, I trust?”
I blink and nod slowly. “Yes, everything was there…”
“Good. Then you can get back to work while I’m out.” Without another word, he’s gone.
I stare after him, frowning. That kiss, the feeling of his body against mine, is still all I can think about.
What would have happened if the babies hadn’t interrupted…?
I guess we’ll never know.
6
I work until late afternoon, when I hear the elevator open again. I’ve made good headway – refiled everything he showed me yesterday, got his calendar transferred, and even started sorting out some spare drawers I found in the office, other papers, older ones, that seem like they could use re-organization.
But when the elevator sounds, I push back from the desk, give the babies a quick pat – they’ve been so well-behaved and calm all day – and head into the hallway.
“Cassius?”
“Good afternoon.” He’s still got his formal face on, suit and all. He meets me in the hall, not quite willing to meet my eye. “How have you been getting along?”
“Fine. I finished the filing. But I need to catch the bus home in a half an hour, so –”
“No need to inconvenience yourself. I’ll have my driver take you whenever and wherever you need to go.”
I blink. “I take the bus every day, it’s not a problem. I just need to pack up the twins.”
“Public transit with children cannot be easy,” he counters.
My face flushes a little. “Well, no. But I’m used to it.”
“So why not take my driver?” he asks, seeming genuinely puzzled.
“I didn’t – I just don’t want to be an inconvenience,” I mumble.
He watches me for another long moment, studying me. Then he starts to walk away, beckoning over his shoulder for me to follow. “I have an idea.”
“What do you mean?” I frown, following him.
Ugh. One moment he’s being overly kind, the next he’s acting like I should obey his every whim. What is with him?
“Get the twins’ things,” he says, waiting beside the elevator. “I’ll explain downstairs.”
Rich guys, I decide, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. But hey, he is paying me. So I grab the kids’ diaper bag, pack up the room I stayed in last night, and then I follow him to the elevator. He hits the lowest floor, below the first. I watch him out of the corner of my eye, confused.
For his part, he’s still avoiding me. This time, though, he avoids me by staring at the kids instead. He sticks his tongue out, and Lucie giggles. Then he crosses his eyes and manages to get Luca smiling too.