Page 6 of Coming for Her Grumpy Boss

chapter

three

Mia

Current day…

Today is the day.

I’m not waiting a moment longer for him to sign this contract. I have it pulled up on my tablet, but I also print a copy in case he doesn’t want to sign the digital version.

But enough is enough.

I check my hair to make sure I still look professional, and then I march straight into his office.

His pale blue eyes track me as I move towards his desk.

Leaning back in his expensive leather chair, he looks more like a mafia boss than an executive with his tattooed hand and piercings. Yes, multiple piercings. I know for certain one eyebrow, his nose, and both ears. I suspect he’s got some body piercings as well, but I’ve never been able to confirm that suspicion.

“Something I can help you with, Ms. Morales?” he asks, his tone as crisp as his pressed white shirt.

I sit in one of the chairs facing his desk.

“The last time we discussed this, you told me to wait until the middle of the month because we’d be closer to the holidays and business would be slow,” I say.

His brow furrows. Just beneath that perpetual shadow of scruff on his cheeks, I see his jaw tick. “Today is not a good day for this.”

My immediate instinct is to throw something at his smug, handsome face. Instead, I shake my head. “No, we’re doing this. Because so far every time I’ve come here for this you’ve had one excuse after another.”

“I don’t have time for this,” he says.

“Actually, you do. I cleared your calendar for the entire afternoon,” I say cheerfully.

Ford’s mouth twitches, and I swear he’s going to smile at me. I could likely count the number of times my boss has smiled at me on one hand. To say they’re rare is a severe understatement. But the hint of one is enough to get my heart racing.

It’s annoying how much he affects me despite my knowing that he doesn’t like me. I’m not used to people not liking me. I’m a friendly sort. I’ve never had a problem making friends.

Until Ford.

He is the root of all my problems.

Okay, that’s probably unfair.

“I attached the financial report too. For your convenience,” I add with a smile. Am I pushing his buttons? Probably. But I tend to do that even if I’m not trying.

“I still might need the CFO to run through the numbers again,” he says.

“The numbers I included are the most recent from his office. I spoke to him last week about this,” I say.

This brings on his most intense glare. He stares at me for a good, solid minute, and I just stare back. I’ve had lots of practice looking at his stupid, beautiful face. I’d say I’m nearly impervious to his attractiveness, but judging from how hard my nipples currently are, impervious is clearly not what I’m feeling.

I blow out a breath. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were just fucking with me.”

A rumbly noise echoes from his throat, and his jaw tightens so much I’m certain he’s going to crack a tooth.

He caps and uncaps his pen like it’s a stress ball. I slide a little stack of neon flags across the desk.

“For your convenience,” I say sweetly.