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“Thanks,” I murmur, as she smiles at me. Her smile makes my heart flutter, and it's such a strange sensation.

The day flies by, and when I look up from the sketches, I notice a cup on my desk. I hadn't even realized when Melinda walked in. I take a sip and see that it's tea. I glance over at her as she talks on the phone and jots something down. There's something about this girl, something I feel drawn to.

Feeling tired, I notice it's already seven p.m. I shut down my computer, grab my jacket, and prepare to leave the office. “That's enough for today. It's late, and I wouldn't want you to think I'm a workaholic as well as arrogant,” I say, causing her to blush.

She puts on her jacket, and we head toward the elevators. It's raining outside, and Melinda closes her eyes, savoring the scent of the rain. I can't help but watch her smile. For the first time in ages, I can feel my heart pounding—not just beating, but thudding powerfully, as if it's trying to escape my chest.

“Can I give you a ride home?” I ask, knowing she'll likely refuse. But I hold up my hand and add, “I won't take no for an answer.”

“All right, thank you,” she says, and we dash through the rain to my car.

Melinda gives me her address, and I'm surprised to learn we live in the same neighborhood. Well, I shouldn't be too shocked, considering she comes from a wealthy family.

Unfortunately, the drive is short, and our small talk comes to an end all too soon. Feeling a pang of sadness, I realize I don't want to let her go, but I must. Like a true gentleman, I wait until she's safely inside her building before heading home.

CHAPTER FOUR

MELINDA

My trial week ended a long time ago. Sienna laughed it off, saying Derek got so used to having me here that he forgot I was on trial, and she would remind him. It's just bureaucracy, but since the paycheck arrives on time, I can't complain.

I've had a really great time working here. Everyone turned out to be friendly, even Mr. Cocky. I walk into his office, leaving him the usual cup of tea before heading home. Mr. Wilson has never complained about switching from coffee to tea, but he consumes too much caffeine. It would be a shame and a waste for the world if he suffered a heart attack. I pivot and walk toward the door. It's already late, and he told me I could go home without waiting for him as I always do.

“Melinda, wait.” He stops me. “Before you go, I need you to sign this for me.” He hands me a folder.

I take it and start reading. Pausing, I peer at him.

“If you're still willing to work for me, I'd be happy to have you onboard.” He lends me his pen.

“It'll be a pleasure, sir.” Internally, I scream with happiness. While reading the last pages of my contract, he walks around the desk and leans on it, staring at me. I sign and hand it back to him.

“Welcome to the Wilson family, Melinda.”

Hearing those words, I instinctively hug him. “I'm sorry.” I back off, embarrassment rushing through me. “I'm a sucker for hugs and hugging someone calms me down.”

He smiles, dimples appearing. Really, God? Wasn't he sexy enough? Why are you torturing me? “Pack your bags. We have to leave for New York next week.”

“Oh my god, are you serious?” I ask him before murmuring a “Thank you.” I didn't expect to accompany him on his trips, but I'm thrilled.

I return home happy, and as soon as I walk in, I squeeze my grandmother and celebrate my contract with pizza and a Coke. “I'll have to leave with him for New York next week.” I see her smile grow bigger. “I'll ask Laura to stay here for that weekend.”

“Don't be silly.” She nudges me. “Think about yourself for once and have fun.”

I roll my eyes at her. “It's a business trip, Grandma.”

“Yes, but after work, you can have some fun, and you have Mr. Sexy Wilson with you.” She winks at me.

“Grandma!” I scold her, laughing as she dances, shaking her ass.

I peer at my clothes, mentally taking notes on what's missing and what I can donate to charity when my phone lights up with a text.

Mr. Cocky: Hi Melinda, I won't be in the office tomorrow. I'm not feeling well. Could you bring me the drawing pad that's on my desk? Thanks, DW

Me: Sure, will do. I'm sorry you're not feeling well.

Mr. Cocky: I only have a slight fever. It will pass quickly. Thank you, and good night.

He sends me his address, and I see he lives two blocks from here. How strange, I expected him to live in one of the penthouses across town or near the bay, but it makes sense. The offices are just minutes away. I hope he gets better soon.