knows more about me than Susan ever has. She lifts a brow, her eyes focused on me.
“Just… be careful, Landry,” she warns.
Giving her a small smile, I nod my head once, then turn away from her and head into my office where I’ll be as careful as I possibly can. Also, where I know it is going to take all of the restraint in the world to keep from wanting this girl, craving her—taking her.
Chapter Seven
TENNESSEE
Mr. Astor walks past me as he makes his way toward his desk. I try really hard not to sniff the air as he breezes past my body. I try really hard and I fail. He smells so good, like cedarwood and something spicy.
Crossing my legs, I squeeze my thighs together as I wonder why I feel this attraction toward him. It’s weird, I don’t understand it at all. Not only have I not felt attraction toward a man in years, but why would I feel it for someone who is his age?
It must be that whole daddy issue thing. I don’t know my father, never have. So maybe because this is someone in a position of power, someone who I can look up to, I have an attraction toward him?
But if that’s the case, wouldn’t I have felt anything over the dozens of male professors I’ve had throughout the years?
I’ve never felt anything for any of them, for any man, not until I walked into this office last week and laid eyes on Landry Astor. Even his name sends a thrill of desire up my spine. It’s hot, just like he is.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I wonder if he looks as good as I think he does beneath his clothes or if I would be greatly disappointed? I’m never going to find out, it’s silly to even think the thoughts, it feels wrong, forbidden—taboo.
“Here, I have an iPad for you and a new laptop will be arriving today. Also, this is your phone.”
He slides the items across the desk. I stand and make my way toward them, taking them in my hands before I turn and walk back over to the chair. Sinking down in the seat, I look at the brand new, in the box, Apple devices.
Lifting my eyes, I blink, then shake my head. “These are new,” I whisper.
His lips turn up into a small smile. “They are. So is the MacBook. As my assistant, I need you to be available at all times. I also need you to be able to have access to my calendar. This way, I know that you have the tools I need. Now the phone has unlimited data, and if you don’t have internet access at your home, you can just use its hotspot.”
“I have internet,” I say, interrupting him.
His smile widens, my heart hammers against my chest. He’s so handsome. Shifting in my seat, I uncross, and switch legs, crossing them. I don’t miss the way his gaze flicks to my legs, then quickly shifts back up to meet my own.
He clears his throat, shifting in his seat as well. I don’t know if it’s possible, but maybe he’s attracted to me as well? Biting on the inside of my cheek, I try not to think about it. I can’t. He’s married, with children my age. He’s very married and he’s my new boss.
I do not want to jeopardize my position here. This is my shot, my big chance, and no way am I going to screw this up by coming on to my new boss. Not that I would. Honestly, I don’t even think I would know how anymore.
“Good. These are all yours free to use as you see fit, personally as well as for work.”
I stare at him in disbelief. I’m just some lowly assistant, no way is he just giving me these things to use. No freaking way. He clears his throat, then slides an envelope across the table.
“I had this overnighted. This is your company credit card. Sometimes I will ask you to go and buy things for me, to pick up something, to order something. You will do all of that on this card, along with buying yourself lunch every day.”
My breathing stops. It completely stops in my chest. Lunch every day? For me? Me? My lips part and I snap them closed as I watch him.
“This is too much,” I whisper. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
His lips twitch into a grin. “It’s not, Tennessee. These are the