Falling Under You: A Fixed Trilogy Novella (1001 Dark Nights) Read Online Free PDF

assistant, I threw myself into work.
    It was almost ten when my phone rang. I reached for it without thinking, so when I heard his voice on the other end, I was completely unprepared, even though every call that came into my office went through him first.
    “I wasn’t sure if you’d gotten in yet or not.” Of course he wasn’t sure. I usually only kept my door closed when I was out or when I was meeting with someone.
    “I’m here,” I said, my voice squeaky and as uneven as my pulse. “I didn’t realize it was so late. I should have let you know. I came in early to get some extra work done. On the Sallis deal. And the, you know, the other, whatever…” I was a babbling idiot, and I couldn’t stop myself.
    He came to my rescue, attempting to mask any humor he felt from my chatter. “It’s fine, Ms. Anders.”
    Had the way he said my name always sounded so naughty? As if I were a teacher, and he were my student? My attractive, extremely well-built, sexy student. Damn, that was hot.
    No. It was not hot. That needed to be my new mantra. Not hot. Not hot. Not hot.
    “That’s great. Thanks, Boyd.” I slapped a palm over my eyes as my face heated with humiliation.
    “I have some contracts that the courier dropped off for your signature. Should I bring them in to you now?”
    “Should you bring them in?” This shouldn’t be a hard question. “Uh. Yeah. That might be okay.” Except, I was already slick in the panties just from his voice. How the hell would I survive his actual presence?
    “So yes, then?” He sounded so much more confident than I did, even to myself. Bastard.
    Get your shit together, Norma.
    “Yes? I mean, yes. Completely yes.” Confidence. I could do that. That was a thing that I had sometimes. “And just come on in. The door is unlocked.”
    I hung up and sat on my hands to stop from calling him back and telling him I’d changed my mind—about him coming in my office, not about him “teaching me.” But that too. Definitely that too.
    Then the handle was turning, and he was walking into my office looking like the same old Boyd Barrett who’d worked for me for a year now. He wore his glasses, and I suddenly decided that I had a thing for a man in spectacles. And floppy hair. Who was half my age. Okay, three-fourths of my age. Whatever. It felt significant. Significant enough to know it was inappropriate to let him affect me so entirely.
    And now he’d said something, and I had no idea what it was. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d just been sitting there with a dopey look on my face the whole ten seconds he’d been in the room. But now he was looking at me, awaiting a response, his expression showing no hint of what had occurred on Friday night.
    Well, shit. Maybe I was overreacting to the whole thing.
    Regroup.
    I took a deep breath, and as much of an idiot as it made me appear, I asked, “Sorry. My thoughts were elsewhere. What was that you said?” I’d left a lot of room for him to walk in on the comment about my thoughts being elsewhere, but I forced myself to hold my countenance, hold his gaze, and be cool.
    “I just said that I’d marked the pages you need to sign with tabs. Page seven needs a correction before you sign, but I put that on the sticky too.”
    Man, he was perfect.
    Strike that. He was a perfect assistant . And if he was perfect anywhere else, it would be someone else who discovered that. Not me.
    Still, my hand was shaky as I scrawled my name on each marked page while he waited. I scanned the page he’d said needed to be amended, and sure enough, he was right. So perfect. And not hot.
    When I finished, I handed him the stack. “Will you please make sure that Hudson’s team gets that correction?” I waited until I’d finished my sentence before looking up at him, afraid if I didn’t, I’d trip all over my words again.
    Then when I lifted my head, my stare smashed right into his crotch, which—with me seated—was eye-level. Which was ridiculous to take