Chapter 20

I add a note to my planner for a reservation next week and pull up a newly received email. It’s Finance asking for the spreadsheets we finished this morning. I sent a message Rosalie asking her to resend them with the original timestamp.

“I think it’s safe to leave the closet with you now, Mr. Carrero.” I close my iPad inside its protective cover and don’t look at him.

“We’re back to Mr. Carrero, are we? Have I made you pout, Miss Anderson?” He throws me his most innocent schoolboy look.

I’m fully aware that I use his title when he pisses me off; he thinks I’m mad at him.

Maybe I am. He did haul me into a closet, after all.

“I think you need the boundaries redefined since you just shoved me into a closet,” I pout at him.

“Point taken. I’m so deeply sorry for my terrible behavior.” He’s still smiling at me, and I feel the urge to smile back, tugging at the corners of my mouth. This annoys me immensely. I hate that he always manages to make me cave,