The Boss's Orders: Alpha Male Billionaire Office Romance Read Online Free PDF Page A

completely inappropriate feelings for him.
    At Aroma I get him his usual cappuccino with one sugar, and a moccaccino and ginger cookie for myself. Hey, it’s on the company card. I deserve a little sugar.
    I head back to the office and then knock gently on his door.
    “Yes?” he says, sounding bothered, even though I’m bringing him the coffee he asked for.
    I plaster on my best smile anyway and nudge the door open.
    “Your coffee, sir.”
    He grunts and doesn’t look up.
    “You’re welcome,” I mutter under my breath as I turn to go.
    “Excuse me?”
    I freeze. Shit. I obviously hadn’t meant for him to hear that.
    “Nothing, sir.”
    He doesn’t say anything else. His eyes don’t even leave his computer screen. I wait for a moment but he seems to have forgotten all about me so I turn to leave.
    “That’s one, Claire.”
    I turn back. “One what?”
    He finally looks up. His eyes lock onto mine.
    “One warning. You won’t get another.”
    His gaze burns into me, scorching every part of my body and leaving me feeling more exposed than if I was standing here naked. I could swear sparks are flying back and forth between us but I seem to be the only one reacting. Mr. Godrich is as stone-faced as ever.
    After another few seconds of this he looks back at his computer screen. A rush of breath goes out of me.
    “You may go.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Just like that. Dismissed.
    Back at my desk I try to go back to my mail merge, but my mind is elsewhere.
    The hardest part of this job so far — well, other than this damn mail merge that’s giving me grey hairs — is Mr. Godrich himself. Those smouldering eyes, the way he barks orders at me — it makes it hard to concentrate on doing my job. He takes very few meetings here and most of the staff know not to bother him, so it’s usually just the two of us in here. He keeps the door to his office closed a lot, but even through the closed door it’s almost like I can feel him, radiating heat and masculine energy.
    It’s highly distracting.
    He hasn’t tried to do anything untoward with me — no strange rules, no sexual overtures, nothing like what I read about online.
    There is a part of me — a teeny, tiny, minuscule part of me — that can’t help but be somewhat disappointed. That part of me wonders if maybe I just don’t turn him on the way those other women did. Maybe that’s why he hired me in the first place. Maybe he doesn’t want me coming in with no panties on.
    I mean, not that I would if he asked. Just hypothetically speaking.
    I can’t deal with this mail merge anymore, so I decide to do some mind-numbing filing for awhile. The half-assed filing system that was in place when I got here is no longer working, so I’ve started the long and tedious process of recategorizing everything. Soon I have file folders spread out all across my desk. I try to start sorting, but I keep forgetting which pile is which. I realize post-it notes would make this job much easier, but my desk is low on office supplies.
    I hesitate for a second but then go and knock on Mr. Godrich’s door. He doesn’t answer so I knock again and finally hear a beleaguered “Yes?”
    I look in on him. He’s sitting behind his desk and rubbing at his eyes, a gesture that, for a second, makes him look more like a little boy than a CEO.
    “What?” he says, looking up at me.
    “I need office supplies.”
    “Like what?”
    “Post-it notes. Highlighters. File folders.”
    He stares blankly at me and I wonder if any of these words have any meaning for him.
    “You know, post-it notes? Those little sticky papers that you can write notes on?”
    He rolls his eyes. “Claire, I understand what a post-it note is. Actually…” He rummages around his desk for a minute and then pulls out a sad limp half-stack of post-its. “Here!” He looks strangely proud.
    I frown. “They’re the yellow ones.”
    “Of course they’re the yellow ones. Is that a problem?”
    “Well, they’re basically