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“Got it.” She wrote on her notepad.

“So, to summarize, just filter calls to me, schedule meetings, help with presentation slide decks, compile reports and comps for properties as instructed, copying, and filing, just to name a few. Nothing eccentric, if that’s what you’re worried about. I will, however, need you to do … personal tasks for me.”

Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Does that scare you?” Why did I ask that?

Scottie met his challenging eyes. “Should it?”

He chuckled. There was the cockiness he wanted. “Not at all.” He’d have to think of a personal errand for her to run just to get her feet wet.

“Can you give me an example of these personal tasks? The agency has rules.”

And clearly, she didn’t like to break rules.

He leaned forward, opening his drawer again to fetch out a business card. “I’ll do better than an example. I’ll give you a task straight away.” He handed her his florist’s card. Yes, he had a florist. “Send flowers on my behalf. A dozen roses to two different individuals.”

With her mouth partly opened, she took the card, her warm fingers grazing his, shocking his system. She glanced where they’d touched. “Two?”

Their eyes met.

“Yes. Two different women.”

A look of disbelief colored her face. “Oh…”

“Will that be a problem?” He sat back again, enjoying her reaction to him.Yes, he was indeed in a jerkish mood that day.

“No, sir.” Her mouth said the words, but her face betrayed her.