Page 35 of Between Takes
“I’ve got work to do. Go!” I pushed him out the door and down the steps.
I expected him to resist a little, but he didn’t put up a fight and I went flying down the stairs after him. Before I hit the floor, Shaun caught me. I must have squeaked as I lost my footing.
Electricity swept through me as we connected, making me shiver. With the press of his hard chest against mine and his concerned green gaze scanning my face, I almost forgot he was my boss and currently made up of sixty percent asshole.
“Are you okay?” He held me to him.
I nodded and swallowed against the flutter of my pulse pounding in my throat. I’d never rush him again.
“I didn’t have you pegged as clumsy.” Shaun set me back on my feet at the base of the stairs. He released his grip slowly, watching for the slightest wobble.
“Thank you for catching me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “I’m fine. They need you on set.”
Shaun hesitated, his grip on my arms tightening while his intense gaze kept searching mine. With a reluctant nod, he dropped his hands and backed away.
Both shaken and puzzled, I sank down on the step and watched him walk away. There had been genuine concern in his eyes, and some stupid part of my brain insisted that it was more than worry for an assistant he didn’t even want.
But he paid attention. Despite his busy schedule and people feeding him a constant stream of information, he listened to me. No one had ever noticed if I’d skipped a meal or two when work got busy. He paid attention to what I said as well as what I didn’t.
Shaun was different in so many ways, but he seemed to accept me as I was. I’m sure he’d love it if I relaxed my control, yet I was almost certain he didn’t actually want me to change. And that meant an awful lot to me.
All the same, if I couldn’t shake off this fascination, I’d need to move on faster than planned. Working with a man I was hot for wasn’t great to begin with, but add the boss factor and we were on thin ice. I couldn’t let it happen. I had to beat this.
And what if you can’t?
A fraction of me didn’t believe I could resist, and if that fraction grew, then I’d need to say goodbye to the money and find something else to do. Whether I liked it or not.
