The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 15

Aaron placed his left hand on my desk and bent further down.

“Excuse me?” I told to his round and kind of huge shoulder.

Jesus, what is he, a giant?

Realizing how very close his body was to my face and how much larger it seemed up close, I leaned

back in my chair. “Hello?” The word came out wobblier than I would have preferred. “What are you

doing?”

He hummed, the soft noise sounding as close as he was. Right in my face.

“Blackford,” I said very slowly, watching how his eyes scanned the PowerPoint slide on my screen. It

displayed a draft of the schedule I was assembling for InTech’s Open Day.

I knew what he was doing. But I didn’t know why. Or why he was ignoring me—besides because he

was trying to be the biggest pain in my ass.

“Blackford, I’m talking to you.”

Lost in thought, he hummed again, that damn noise sounding all hushed and masculine.

And annoying, I reminded myself.

I swallowed the lump that had just magically appeared in my throat.

Then, he finally spoke, “Is that all you’ve got?”

He absently placed his laptop on my desk. Right beside mine. My eyes narrowed.

“Eight a.m. Meet and greet.” One bulky arm flew in front of my face, pointing at my screen.

I plastered my body to the backrest of

my chair, watching his biceps flex under the fabric of the plain button-down he wore.

Aaron continued reading out loud from my screen, pointing with his finger at every item, “Nine a.m. An

introduction to InTech’s business strategies.”

My eyes traveled all the way up to his shoulder.

“Ten a.m. Coffee break … until eleven a.m. That will require large amounts of coffee. Eleven a.m. Pre-

lunch activities. Not specified.”

I surprised myself, noticing how his arm filled out the sleeve perfectly and completely, his muscles

snuggled into the thin fabric and not leaving much space for imagination.

“Noon. Lunch break … until two p.m. Quite the banquet. Oh, and there’s another coffee break at three

p.m.” That arm I had been focused on halted in the air and then dropped.

Flushed, I reminded myself that I wasn’t here to gawk at him. Or the muscles I noticed beneath his

boring clothes.

“This is worse than I thought. Why didn’t you say anything?”

I snapped out my trance, looking up at him. “Excuse me, what?”

Aaron tilted his head, and then something seemed to catch his attention. My gaze followed his hand

across my desk.

“An event like this one,” he said. Then, he picked up one of the pens I had scattered around. “You have

never planned one. And you don’t seem to know how.” He dropped it in my cactus-shaped pencil cup.

“I have some experience with workshops,” I muttered as I followed his fingers repeating the action with

a second pen. “But just for colleagues, never for prospective clients.” Then a third one. “Excuse me,

what do you think you are doing?”

“Okay,” he answered simply, grabbing my favorite pencil, one that was pink, topped with a feather in

the same bright color. He looked at it strangely, his brows arching up. “It’s not ideal, but it’s a start.” He

pointed at me with the pencil. “This? Seriously?”

I snagged it out of his hand. “It cheers me up.” I dropped it in the cup. “Does it offend your tastes, Mr.

Robot?”

Aaron didn’t answer. Instead, his hands went for a couple of folders I had piled up—okay, fine, they had

been rather dropped down somewhere—to my right. “I know my way around events like this one,” he

said, picking them up and squaring them on a corner of my desk. “I organized a couple before coming

to work for InTech.” He followed that up with going for my planner, which had been lying upside down

somewhere in the mess that I was starting to realize was my working space. He held it in his paw-sized Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

hands. “We just need to work fast; there’s not much time to put everything together.”

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