Achilles’ heel. They matched the print on her sundress perfectly, and with the blazer her friend suggested, the outfit screamed uptight but sexy, a contradiction that worked well with her warring emotions. Not that she was trying for sexy, the outfit was one that she’d felt confident in—and she needed all the confidence she could muster.
As soon as Blake entered the elevator, she caught a whiff of delicious male scent that lingered in the back of her throat and made her mouth water. Even as she told herself to calm down, that it was just soap and maybe aftershave, she still leaned slightly into him and inhaled. Something triggered her brain to alert her body that a super hot male stood near her, and her skin tingled to life. He smelled too damn good, and a wave of uncertainty sprinkled over her.
What if she fell for her boss?
He focused on her face, and she heard his incredulity when he said, “Truthfully, bringing a pet to work never crossed my mind.”
“She won’t be a hassle. I’ll keep her under my desk. I’d already committed to fostering her . I have to feed her every two hours and I couldn’t leave her at home. I promise she won’t be a disruption.” Kira’s fingers tightened around the tote’s strap. “You won’t even know she’s there.”
He looked down and then back up again. With that tilted grin she’d seen several times already, he said, “Oh, I doubt that.” He cocked his head to the side and studied her. “Tell me…did you bring a crate?”
Of all the irresponsible actions Kira could claim, forgetting about the crate had to be at the top of the list. She hadn’t given much thought to how she’d contain Coconut, thinking to tie her leash to the desk or something. “I don’t need one.”
He turned to her roommate. “Perhaps you could show Kira where to find an empty copy paper box.”
Kira blew out a breath. “So it’s okay? It’s fine that Coconut is here?”
“Let’s see how today goes, okay?”
At least she didn’t have to take the dog home. A rush of relief flowed from her. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I promise, you won’t even know she’s here.” She placed her free hand on his arm and felt the muscle under her palm tense. He kept a reserved expression on his face, and she hadn’t meant anything more than gratitude when she’d touched him, but she jerked her arm back and clamped her lips closed. No way did she want him to think she was coming onto him. “I-I didn’t mean—”
He nodded. “No problem.”
The elevator doors dinged open, and Kira entered the open reception area. Tish turned and hugged her, breaking the awkward moment. “I’ll find you for lunch, okay?”
“Yes. Lunch.” She glanced back at Blake. “Do I get lunch?”
Blake frowned. “Of course you get lunch.”
Tish left and Kira turned to Blake. “Where would you like me, sir?” There. That should redraw the line. Let him know she viewed him as her supervisor and not some sexy piece of manhood she’d like to— She coughed. Really, she usually had much better control over her thoughts.
His lips pressed into a thin line then he said, “Follow me.”
The fourth floor layout was one open concept with low-rise cubicles. Offices lined the outer walls, and the spacious room allowed Kira to see from the bank of elevators to the far end of the building with little obstruction. He led her down a different path than the one Tish took, and it surprised her to hear how many people Blake greeted by name. In her dad’s office, she could walk by a dozen people and though she recognized their faces, she didn’t know anything about them. But here, he knew their name, asked them personal questions, and though he kept pace as they headed toward his office, she could tell the people here were friendly.
In an attempt to make light conversation and maybe connect with her new boss, she said, “Tish and I foster dogs through the same animal rescue that you sometimes