It was all Bryce's fault. That stupid, handsome, asshole. Well, technically, it was my fault for not watching my way but only because he had humiliated me.
Once the coffee was ready, precisely to the requirements of my dear boss, I went back to the 40th floor.
Just when the elevator opened, I heard shouting. And it was coming from Bryce's office.
As I got closer it got eerily quiet then I opened the door and saw Bryce practically about to punch the living day lights out of Logan.
"Am I interrupting something?" I asked, cautiously walking into the room.
Both their heads snapped towards me. At first, neither one of them uttered a single word, then Bryce released Logan from his grasp rather roughly.
"Not at all," he said coolly, returning to his seat. "Did you remake my coffee?"
I mentally rolled my eyes at his dumb attempt to pretend that they weren't just about to butt heads. I walked to his desk and placed his coffee on it.
"Here it is, dark and hot." Like your soul, I wanted to add.
Then I turned to Logan and extended the other coffee I had made to him. "Here you go. I wasn't sure how you liked your coffee so I put cream and sugar in it."
He grinned. "Thanks, Aubrey. That's exactly how I like my coffee. Creamy and sweet." He reached out to take the mug, brushing my hand in the process.
I'm not going to lie; I felt a tingly sensation when he did that. I could feel a small blush creeping to my face.
"If you two don't mind, I would like to get back to work here, you too Miss Whitlock. Hunter, get the hell out of my building right now before I have your ass flat on the side walk." He gritted out, sending daggers our way.
I looked at him incredulously. I was going to give him a piece of my mind but decided against it.
I turned to Logan. "Let me walk you out-"
"No. You are staying." Bryce interrupted unceremoniously.
Have you ever felt the overwhelming urge to strangle somebody? That's how I was feeling.
"You heard your boss; I best be going. It was simply a pleasure making your acquaintance, Aubrey. I hope I have the good fortune of seeing you again." Logan said, then kissed my cheek. He then whispered, "You look great in my blazer, by the way." Then he turned to leave.
Is it me, or was he flirting with me? Gosh, I'm acting like a goddamned teenager!!!! For a second there, I forgot where I was and who's presence I was in.
And his pissed demeanour was back. But just what is his frigging problem?
"You have wasted enough time today and I am not impressed." He began. "Anyhow, you should go back to your station and study my schedule this week. Every single detail must be tattooed in that pretty little head of yours."
I nodded then also turned to leave.
"Also, I forbid you from ever making contact with Logan Hunter."
I stopped walking. "What did you say?"
"You heard me. There will be no room for argument."
I scoffed. "Who are you to tell me that?" I snarled, acidly.
His steel eyes were boring into mine, as if sending me a signal of their own. "Just trust me on this."
"Well, Mr Roberts, I will talk to whoever I please and whenever I please. If you have a problem with it, you can stick it where the sun doesn’t shine." And with that, I stormed out of his office.
This was a terrific way to start off my first day at work.
Finally, it was time to go home. I really thought being Bryce's assistant was as hard as hell but it's actually not that bad. Just doing paperwork, running a few errands, answering calls, making calls, reminding him about meetings etc. If I'm not considering the few stares I got, it was pretty good.
After I flew out of his office, we had not spoken, except about work related things. I was still majorly pissed at his high handedness but I needed to keep my cool, for the sake of professionalism.
I was so glad I could finally go home and strip out of these sticky clothes!
I went into Bryce's office to tell him I was leaving.
"Okay, it's time anyway. Edwin is waiting for you downstairs."
I said a small thank you then walked out. But before I did, I heard something weird.
"Good job today." He voiced almost like he was genuinely impressed.
That put a smile on my face. It's just good to be appreciated.
Wasting no further time, I grabbed my belongings, Bryce's schedule and dashed downstairs to where Edwin was parked.
He smiled at me sweetly. "Ready to go?" He asked, once I was in the Escalade.
"Yep." I replied, popping the 'P'.
He brought the engine to life and swerved smoothly into the New York traffic.
"So, how was your day?" He said, trying to make small talk.
I shrugged. "It was okay, minus Bryce's behaviour. By any chance, is he on his period?" I asked and he laughed. Only if he knew that I wasn't kidding.
"Mr Roberts is a difficult boss, but he has a heart of gold. Don't write him off just yet."
Before I knew it, we were in front of my building. Woah, that was a quick ride. Damn, he is an excellent driver.
"Same time tomorrow?"
"Yes. See ya Edwin."
"Until tomorrow, Miss Whitlock."
Oh yeah, I have work tomorrow. I am so not looking forward to it....
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Ex-Husband Turned BossRomance
Down-on-her-luck Aubrey gets the job offer of a lifetime, with one catch: her ex-husband is her new boss. ***** Aubrey Whitlock's life is turned upside down after her divorce, le...