Capítulo 9: Dinner
"Yeah, they're excited. I'm hosting the baby shower next weekend."
"I promise not to make you work next weekend," he winks at me and I about fall out of my chair.
Who is this man, and what has he done with my boss?
"So, about the account?" I ask as Mrs. Glover knocks on the door.
"Dinner's here, sir."
"Thank you, Jenny, bring it in." Nate rises and takes two large bags out of Mrs. Glover's hands. "That's all for today. I'll see you on Monday."
"Have a good weekend, sir. Ms. Montgomery." She nods to both of us and then exits the office, closing the door behind her.
"I had Chinese delivered. I got you your usual." He smiles and resumes sitting in his chair, unloading bags. He seems very happy with himself this evening, much more approachable and friendly than he has been since last summer.
What's his game?
"Thank you," I reply, realizing that I'm starving. I load a plate with rice, sweet and sour chicken and egg rolls and we dig in, eating in silence for a few minutes. I feel Nate's eyes on me, so I decide to put my big girl panties on and just take the initiative.
"So, what's up with this account?" I ask again and take a bite of chicken.
"I don't have any idea, I just wanted to have dinner with you, and this is the only way I can see you."
Holy fucking shit.
I stop chewing, my eyes wide, and I just stare at his perfectly sincere face. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
I frown and set my plate carefully on his desk. "So, we're not working on this account?"
"No."
"I don't understand."
Nate lays his chopsticks down, wipes his mouth with a napkin and sits back in his chair, watching me carefully.
"I just wanted to share dinner with you, Julianne."
"Why?" And why does he insist on calling me Julianne?
He frowns again. "Do I have to spell it out?"
"I guess so."
"I like you. I enjoy your company." He shrugs, looking lost and a bit insecure. I'm so not used to seeing emotions on his beautiful face.
"But you're my boss."
"So?"
"So, we could both be fired."
"It's just dinner, Julianne."
"You're not looking at me like you just want dinner, Nate."
He cocks his head to the side and a smile kisses his lips. "How am I looking at you?"
"Like you'd like to fuck me on this desk." Holy. Fuck! Did I just say that?
Nate's smile disappears and his eyes narrow. "Watch your mouth."
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