Bad Boss: An Office Romance

ble. Thank God

I would have helped you b

Craft barely noticed me sprawled out o

y when he didn't call him by his last name. I

mplimenting him on his marketing strategy. Now, I leave my opinions to myse

were in a power house marketing position, I prob

st name, I said Mack. Maybe he got so pisse

e," Timothy offered. He wasn't one to g

top. "You'd think maybe he was so uptight because he doe

as as red as the strawberry jam he was dipping his

ith, dismissing them all with ease. He'd demand that they stay late and help him with a project. The

n't meet up to his standards. The coffee was dripping into the cup now, nearly done filli

I should call him Mackenzie fr

piss someone off who is al

ch that when I jerked, my hand caught the edge of the coffe

my hand as if that would h

He knew she hated him, and he knew his opinion of her would

to Timothy, who was holding his knife with jam in

is baby blues to pop out even more than they already did

ped the cap to the jelly, almost dropping it three times i

to the door. "I'll be on my wa

oving his focus from Timothy to take long strides to

't new to me. "Alr

wer Point p

from scowling. "Whe

breath through his nostrils. It tickled my cheek, and if he

over it

bled, not bothering to scurry away

of a social hour this morning to make up for lunch. I'l

ok a sip. His brows furrowed in disgust. "I knew

on purpose, trying to get a rise out of me so he had an excuse to fire me. Finally

huffed, stomping toward

om complaining about ho

es," I sighed, moseying out of

ul. I didn't need his negative energy seeping through the thre

of the ideas needed tweaking. Typically I kept my mouth shut unless he asked for my opinion, but today, I might not be a

t always huffed when I pulled them out. Worried you'll lose that dying technology? Yo

such

ss that made me feel sexy and confident then gr

I wanted to get this meeting over with. I was already hung

d them to knock assertively, but my hand betrayed me,

arried passed th

minimal design and lack of personality. Mr. Craft was a straightforward man, not wanting anyone to know about his pe

ractically hanging out. If Craft turned his head, his face would be between the tall redhead's boobs. Was I s