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replies, turning to face me.
“About what? Did you go through anyone’s else’s files?”
A flicker of embarrassment flits across Kyler’s face and I’m almost sure his
cheeks are hue faintest shade of red. He’s blushing?
With a shrug of his shoulder, he simply says, “You.”
When he leaves the remainder of my question unanswered, my conclusion
hangs between us. He didn’t read up on anyone else. Just me.
My curiosity burns, and I ache to ask him what else he found out about me. I
have nothing to hide, but knowing he was curious about me sends a scorching
thrill through my entire body. Not helping, I tell myself.
The silence is broken by the sound of my stomach rumbling. Kyler and I both
chuckle, the seriousness of the moment broken. The tension between us simmers down, and I relax for the first time since Kyler walked into my office.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, his deep husky voice full of mirth. “I hope you like
Chinese.”
Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, I smile. “I’m starving, and I love Chinese.”
I step up to his side and look down. “Is that Beef Chow Mein?”
He shrugs. “I believe it is.”
“It’s my favorite,” I tell him. I pick up a plastic fork and put a piece of the delicious meat in my mouth.
“I know.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “That’s definitely not in my employee file.”
This time he looks sheepish. “I called Quinn, and asked her what you liked. I
knew if I called you, you wouldn’t have told me.”
I have no response to that. Because he’s right. I wouldn’t have told him had he
asked me.
“Thank you,” I say quietly.
He smiles at me, and I can tell he means it. “You’re welcome.”
Kyler dishes up our food and we take a seat on the carpet, our backs against
the small sofa I have in the corner.
We eat in a comfortable silence for a while, and I can feel Kyler’s eyes on me.
But I’m feeling too confused, and perhaps a little bashful, to meet his inquisitive stare.
To be honest, I feel a little silly, for behaving the way I did yesterday, and more
so for thinking was anything more than what it is. Work. The realization has a
mixture of relief and something I can’t name colliding in my chest.
As soon as we’re done eating, we get to work. I open up the presentation on
my laptop and give Kyler a run down of what I’m going to be proposing to
the board. The idea is to introduce Knight Media to the new sphere of digital
publishing. It entails the introduction of eBooks, and the implementation of
a self-publishing platform which will allow aspiring writers to publish and
sell their work independently. According to my research, eBook sales have
increased significantly over the past year and have overtaken traditional trade
paperback sales. This presents Knight Media with an opportunity to tap into a
previously unexplored market, while opening itself up to new potential clients.
Kyler gives me a few suggestions here and there and I find his opinions and
insights helpful. He’s smart, and it’s just another item on a long list of things
that I kind of like about him. I’m starting to realize that the old adage “Don’t
judge a book by it’s cover” actually holds true. He listens attentively, and aside
from a few accidental brushes against my arm and my hands, he takes our
working together seriously.
I’m in the middle of explaining the forecasted sales for the next year, should
the board of directors agree to go ahead with my proposal, when my phone
rings. I jump up quickly and fish it out my bag, apologizing to Kyler for having
to interrupt our work. I frown when I don’t recognize the number.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Cassey. It’s Drew.”
I cringe. So not the person I want to be talking to now. I walk to the window,
aware that Kyler can probably hear my conversation anyway. Should I care that
he can hear?
“Oh,” I pause. “Hi, Drew.”
“I got your number from Quinn, I hope it’s okay that I’m calling.”
I turn to look