Chapter 46 Job Searches
My cheeks are flaming red as I make my way across the department floor towards Noah's office. I try to reassure myself that he couldn't have noticed me staring at him. He was surely too distracted with everything else going on. There's not much that can distract Noah Grisham from his work and I'm pretty sure I don't make the list.
That thought is a little upsetting, not that it should be. I'm his assistant; I'm supposed to help him get his work done not hinder him. I certainly shouldn't be a distraction.
I hurry to sign into his computer, surprised that he shared his password with me. He shouldn't have done that. Even if he's deemed me trustworthy, the rules are the rules and he shouldn't breech them. I make a mental note to remind him to change his password.
There's a window open and I go to close it but my finger hovers over the mouse as I find myself reading its content. I shouldn't. It's none of my business but I can't stop myself.
Why would Noah be looking for a new job?
He can't be thinking of leaving Clancy's Comforts, could he? As much as he'd annoyed me when we first met and as much as we still bicker from time to time, I can't imagine the place without him. He's practically part of the furniture.
"Eden, what's taking you so long?" Noah asks, popping his head around the door.
The sudden intrusion makes me jump. Had I really taken that long? Glancing at the clock on his computer, I note that I've only been out of the conference room for a total of two minutes. I shouldn't be surprised, Noah is hardly a patient man.
"Are you planning on leaving?" I ask even though it's really none of my business.
Really, I should just pretend I didn't see anything. Play ignorant. But I've never been one for avoiding confrontation. Some people might think it a weakness but I'm pretty sure it's a strength. One I inherited from my grandma.
"Huh?" he asks, stepping in to the room, closing the door behind him. "What are you talking about?"
"Sorry. It's none of my business," I say, rambling. "I just saw a job search."
He comes up beside me, glancing down at his computer, his expression morphing into one of understanding before he looks back at me, his eyes dancing with clear enjoyment.
"I'm not leaving," he practically whispers.
"But..."
"I'm not going anywhere," he says again. "I didn't know you cared so much, Miss Winters."
I pause.
"Er... I don't..." I try to deny but he doesn't look convinced. If anything he looks pretty happy with himself, like this tiny interaction has made his day.
He's so close, practically centimeters away from me. I could lean up on my tip toes and I'd be kissing him. My entire body seems to react to him being so close, my palms sweating, my heart racing, my breath coming up short. He shouldn't affect me like this. He's my boss.
"A friend I went to university with is looking for a job," he tells me, his eyes drilling holes into mine. "I thought I'd help him out."
"Oh," I murmur. "Oh. Okay."
I'm barely thinking coherently, let alone able to form full sentences with him so close. He smells amazing, a combination of his minty breath and the citrus scent of his shampoo.
He leans past me, his hand covering mine on the mouse and clicks the print icon on the document he wants. He's even closer now and I have to hold my breath. When he pulls away, removing his hand, I immediately miss his touch but my skin tingles slightly in reaction.
"Let's get back in there," he says softly, taking my hand.
That tingly sensation is back as he guides me out of his office. He only drops my hand when he pulls open the door to the conference room and I'm not sure what to make of it. We shouldn't be holding hands. There's no reason at all for us to hold hands. But I can't deny that I wish he'd do it again, even if he is my boss.
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