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Chapter 5: My Hot Boss

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Leslie's P.O.V.

So my morning had not started precisely how I'd thought it would. Apparently, when I'd set my new alarm for my new routine , I'd forgotten to set it for every day.

Yep
Typical Leslie. I'm so bad at adulting myself but actually the best at being the older person for my parents imagine I couldn't even set the alarm correctly.

Anyway. I'd woken up forty minutes late, meaning my hair that needed a wash was now pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and I'd dry shampooed the shit out of the pony in the hopes nobody would notice it .

Can't afford to be late on my second day, oops am already late.

All right, so it wasn't that dirty, but it probably wasn't that far off, either.

If it couldn't get any worse, there was no coffee thanks to my mom's horrific hangover I told her not too drink too much but she won't listen and on the way to work, I'd stopped off at my usual coffee shop, I need caffeine in my system to get through my day.

Completely forgetting that Mr Damien had asked me to grab his breakfast on my way in. Of course, that was something I just had to forget until I was already in the office and behind my desk, so I'd had to run back out again.

Sometimes I wonder if the universe hates me.

He was, just now, walking through the door, and I'd just got back from grabbing his breakfast five minutes ago

At least I'd been able to grab another coffee when I'd picked up his food."i sure as hell need it, call me addicted but who cares.

Silver linings and all that.

"Morning."

I smiled up at my new boss. He was wearing the same, hot as hell face with a dark-gray suit". "Good morning, Mr. Boyce... I mean Mr. Romano ."

He quirked a brow, his lips tugging to one side. "You can call me by my name Damien, Leslie. I'm not my father."He says with his lips moving in a sweet way, hell how I could kill just to have a tiny taste.

I blushed. "Okay."

"I have to make a quick phone call. Would you mind making me a coffee and bringing it in with my breakfast, please?"He says

"Not a problem." I got up, almost knocking the keyboard off the desk. I slid it back, not willing to make eye contact with him."Typical me , am such a kluzt.

It was too soon for him to know he'd hired a total klutz like me.

"Thank you," he said, amusement tingeing his tone. "I'll leave the door open for you."

I nodded, not looking up until I knew he'd disappeared. My cheeks were burning out of embarrassment-over a goddamn keyboard.

This wasn't going to end well, was it?

Making sure not to touch anything else, I edged my way into the kitchen and shut the door behind me. As the coffee machine whirred to life, I removed his bagel from the fridge and stared at it.

He'd need a plate right?
was I supposed to take it out of the paper bag?

Oh, crap. This was a nightmare.

Am overthinking everything and now am so damn confused!

I seriously can't afford to screw things up.

I stared at the bagel. Surely he didn't want me touching his food"its totally unhygienic.