Surprising. He did this himself. Booze at work, though?

“Thank you, Mr. … Jake,” I correct, and he gives me a soft smile again. With minor annoyance, I ignore the butterflies rising from my stomach.

Stop behaving like a fourteen-year-old!

“So, Emma, Margo tells me you’ve worked here for just over five years?” He sits back perched on his desk, relaxed, and eyes fixed on me. He is distractingly good-looking, especially when he lounges all casual and charming, very ...