“Well, that makes two of us because I don’t understand you either,” I snapped and shifted my shirt back into ce.


    Alexander bent down and began to look around the room for


    something. My blood went cold when I realized that he was searching for the needle.


    I rushed out of the room because if he was going to get me back for identally stabbing him, I wouldn’t make it any easier by hanging around his office.


    After I cleaned up and bandaged my small wound, I went into the break room and poured myself a cup of hot coffee, and grabbed a gran bar. After I sat down, I took small sips from my favorite chipped mug, and the hot drink slowly filled my body with much needed warmth. Finally, I could just sit here and think in peace.


    But my sce didn’tst long. Soon, Alexander strolled in, making my hands grip the coffee cup so tightly I was surprised that it didn’t shatter. I noticed that he had changed into a different white dress shirt since he had probably bled through the other one.


    “I’m surprised to see that you’re still here after the stunt you pulled,” he told me, his expression unreadable.


    I cleared my throat and sat up straighter. I refused to allow him to intimidate me. My n was just to pretend that the incident with the needle had never happened.


    “Don’t forget about your blind date tonight,” I said in a steady voice.


    Alexander narrowed his gaze. “You set me up on a blind date?” he


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    snapped.


    “No. Your mother did. She called me and told me to remind you about it.”


    “Ah,” he said and took a seat across from me. Even though we were a few feet apart, I could still feel the heating off his body. I swallowed and shifted in my chair when I remembered how warm he had felt when his body was on top of mine. “I am famous within my family for screwing up blind dates. I’m d my mother called you to assist me tonight.”


    I mmed my coffee cup on the table, and some of the hot drink sshed onto the surface. “What are you talking about?”


    “My mother told you about my blind date so that you coulde with me. You’ll be my wingwoman tonight, Olivia,” Alexander said, then winked.


    I narrowed my eyes and opened my mouth to say that I would not be joining him on a blind date. Hell would have to freeze over in order for me to do that.


    But Alexander must have noticed my angry expression because he held up his hand.


    “As my assistant, it’s in your job description to aid me with whatever I need…including apany me to an asional dinner,” he said and smirked.


    I leaned forward and frowned. “Joining you on a blind date is not in my job description.”


    He crossed his arms and stared at me down. It felt like we were in the middle of negotiating a big deal. We were far from discussing whether I joined my boss on a date because he twisted his mothers instructions


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    to fit his own agenda.


    “Olivia, you owe me for sticking me with that needle carlier,” he said in a superior tone that reminded me of the way his mother spoke on the phone earlier.


    I sighed in defeat as all the light left my body. “You’re right,” I muttered, hating to admit it.


    But just because he was right didn’t mean I had to sit here and stare at his smug face. I stood from the table and grabbed my coffee mug. With a sigh, I went back to my desk and sat down. Soon, I was immersed in my work again. But I didn’t even have the end of the day to look forward to. Because after I left the office, I would still be on the clock joining Alexander’s date. How weird was that going to be? Just the thought of going made my stomach queasy. Why was my boss so intent on torturing me?


    When it was almost quitting time, Ava called my cell.


    “Hey, girl. How are you after that whole fiasco with Chloe and Ethan at the police station this morning?” my friend asked.


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