Oops! Falling in Love With my CEO by Accident!

sunlight slanting across the pale marble floor. Looking up, I watch the numbers appear on the elevator panel above my head and shift the band of my suit around my waist, curling my toes to rel

pped jeans and rock band t-shirts. After all, we're at Janus Industries. I straighten my spine. Why give them what they expect? I've stood out

f the most well-known tech companies in New York award a security contract to a

nail. Then a movement catches the corner of my eye, and as I

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nd myself a foot away from Janus Phillips, tapping his hand against his leg at a fast pace, staring at the board, fiddling with a leather brace

ad, thick lashes around dark brown eyes, and a smile so lopsided that one side of his

ill stuck in my nose. His jaw has that sha

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hy can't I just say "Hi!" like a normal person? Would that be too hard? I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. Is this encounter nerve-wracking e

see the faded logo of a rock band on the front of his T-shirt. At least he's not wearing one of those "OMG The Eleme

models – he's always on the go with a gorgeous girl or something like that. I'm sure he has an ego the siz

two floors away. The silence is overwhelming until, without warning, the elevator dings loudly and I rush forwa

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a fire in me. Is he patronizing me? He's right behi

I've seen you before. Do yo

ecides to wake up and have some fun. Nobody patronizes me and gets away with it. That urge to poke th

lips together. "I'm

ow who he is. I bet women usually love that. Smiling, I turn away, desperately hoping the words will

pany are

smile at him, I have to stop myself from doing a little vi

m not exactly lying here, am I? "Why ar

king it stick up at crazy angles. I watch him with fascination. Is there gel in it? His hand dr

, uh, I w

ne whose ego must be as big as a planet. I thought he'd say he was Ja

or Janus Phillips. A friend of mine knows someone who works here and said it's amazing." I tilt my head, trying not to laugh. What am I saying?

e returns to mine, I'm surprised by the wrinkles at

he murmurs, and his eyes trace my