In Bed With Her Boss (Kimani Romance) (4 page)

D’
marcus released a deep breath before taking a sip of coffee as he stood at his office window and watched his ever-efficient administrative assistant walk across the parking lot.

There was a businesslike tilt to her head, and her walk was brisk and measured. He glanced at the clock. She was early. Usually he arrived after she did so he never knew exactly what time she arrived at work each day. He wondered if coming in at least an hour early was the norm for her or if she had done it today because of all the work she would be tackling this week. If coming in early was a habit, she definitely hadn’t been recording it on her time card.

He frowned. He was a person who believed in paying his employees for the work they did and the hours they worked. He would definitely have a discussion with her about it.

He glanced back out the window and watched as another one of his employees, Ted Marshall, from the accounting department, conveniently began walking beside her. D’marcus stiffened inwardly when he noticed Opal smiling at something the man had said. Were the two dating? For some reason the thought irritated him. He knew that Marshall was divorced and, from what D’marcus had heard from his last administrative assistant, Marshall thought himself quite the ladies’ man. Definitely not the type of person Opal needed to become mixed up with. He shook his head, thinking, who was he to determine who his employees should be involved with?

He moved from the window and sat behind his desk, staring at the files spread across it. He had more to do with his time than to be concerned with the love life of Opal Lockhart.

Opal drew in a sharp breath when she sat down at her desk and realized Mr. Armstrong had already arrived at work. Usually she had plenty of time to get settled into her work before he got there.

While her computer booted up she went about watering the plants in her office. There were a number of them and she intended to keep them alive and healthy.

She turned when she heard D’marcus open the door to come out of his office. She flicked a glance in his direction and immediately studied his face, wondering just what sort of day she would have. His expression was unreadable.

“Ms. Lockhart.”

“Good morning, Mr. Armstrong.”

“I have an off-site breakfast meeting this morning with the other two owners of the Chargers. I should be back in a few hours. Then you and I need to get together to discuss the inventory for the two new stores.”

“Yes, sir.” She tried not to notice how nice he looked from the toes of his expensive shoes to his dark suit and white shirt. The man was immaculately well groomed and sexy as sin.

“We may have to work through lunch so I suggest you order us something.”

Opal raised an arched brow. “You want me to order something for lunch? For both of us?”

“Yes, by all means. I need your assistance the better part of the day but I don’t want to rob you of your lunch. And I might as well eat something myself since I plan on working rather late tonight.”

She nodded. He had just answered the question that had been tugging at her mind—whether he would be working late each night, as well. “Is there anything you prefer? Any particular type of sandwich?”

He shook his head. “No, but I prefer they hold the mustard.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And, Ms. Lockhart?”

“Yes?”

“Do you come in early every day?”

“Just about.”

“Then make sure you’re adequately compensated for any extra time you spend here by including it on your time card,” he said curtly, and then he walked away.

D’marcus glanced up when Opal entered his office carrying bags filled with their lunch. He quickly got up and walked around the desk to relieve her of them. It didn’t help matters that he had to stand close enough to her that he got a good whiff of her perfume, the same perfume he’d found to be totally seductive.

She glanced up at him. “Thanks.”

He nodded and took a step back. “No problem.” He placed the bags on his desk. “What do we have?”

She smiled. “Turkey sandwiches, cream of broccoli soup and iced tea.”

“Sounds good. Let me clear an area on my desk so we can pull everything out of the bags.”

Opal lifted a brow. He wanted them to sit in the same room together and eat? She’d assumed they’d be taking a break and she would be going back to her desk to eat.

He must have seen the strange look on her face because he asked, “Is something wrong, Ms. Lockhart?”

“No, but I assumed you would want to eat lunch alone.”

He shrugged. “Normally I do, but I’m expecting a call from Bob Chaney any moment and I’ll need you here to jot down what he says when I place him on the speaker phone.”

He then eyed her for a moment and asked, “Do you have a problem doing that? If so, I can ask Human Resources to send me one of the women from the typing pool.”

“No, I don’t have a problem with it.”

“You sure?”

No, she wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Good.”

He then proceeded to clear his desk before coming back to sit behind it, leaving Opal to set out the lunch.

“We basically got the same thing,” she said, handing him his sandwich, soup and tea. “I’m not crazy about mustard, either.”

He glanced over at her when she took the chair in front of his desk and scooted it up closer to share the desktop with him. “What else aren’t you crazy about?” he asked.

She started to say “demanding bosses,” but thought better of it. She had said enough on Saturday. Even now, she was surprised he hadn’t given her her walking papers. “In the way of foods, I’ve never developed a fondness for squash.”

“Umm, I like squash.”

She stared at him and watched as he took a big bite out of his sandwich and slowly began chewing it. A strange sensation passed through her stomach when she thought about him opening his mouth that wide over hers, devouring it as greedily as he was the sandwich.

She quickly gave herself a mental shake, wondering where such a thought came from and demanding it never return.

“Is something wrong?”

She blinked when she realized he had asked her a question. “No.”

“Then, why are you staring at me like that?”

She swallowed, not knowing how long she’d been staring. Never before had she been mesmerized by a man’s mouth. So she said the first thing that came into her mind. “You seem hungry.”

He chuckled and she blinked again. This was the first time she’d ever heard him chuckle, and the dimples that came into his cheeks almost made her drop the cup of ice tea she was holding. “If I seem hungry, Ms. Lockhart, it’s because I am. I came into the office early today so I didn’t get a chance to eat breakfast.”

“Oh,” she said. Instead of meeting his gaze she bit into her own sandwich and tried concentrating on just eating it.

“I hope your family isn’t upset about the extra hours you’ll be working.”

She washed down the food she had in her mouth with her ice tea before saying, “Trust me, they understand.”

“What about Ted Marshall?”

She did glance up at him then. “Ted Marshall in the accounting department?”

“Yes. I saw the two of you walk in together this morning and assumed that you were seeing each other.”

She shook her head. “I barely know the man. We just happened to be in the parking lot around the same time and walked in together. No biggie.”

D’marcus stared at her for a moment while she lowered her head and continued eating her sandwich. What on earth had possessed him to bring up Ted Marshall’s name? He was not the type of employer who got into his employees’ personal business. It really wasn’t any concern of his if she and Marshall had been dating. It was their business as long as they conducted themselves decently in the office.

A few moments later, his phone rang. It was Bob Chaney and, as far as D’marcus was concerned, he had received the call right on time. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could have endured being alone in the same office with his very attractive administrative assistant.

Opal glanced at her watch. It was close to eight o’clock and she had just completed filing all the electronic messages. It was time to call it a day, but before she left, she needed to check with D’marcus to make sure there wasn’t anything else he needed her to do. They had been busy in his office with numerous conference calls until around five that afternoon. She wondered where on earth the man got his energy. In addition to his regular business, he had received a couple of media calls regarding Dashuan Kennedy’s incident that past weekend.

Before logging off her computer, she picked up the stack of papers she needed him to sign. The door to his office was slightly ajar so she walked in—and stopped short. He was leaning back in his chair asleep. This was another first. Today at lunch she had seen him smile; now tonight she was watching him have a peaceful moment. The expression on his face was relaxed, unstrained and calm. She walked farther into the room and once again noticed the framed photograph of the woman he usually had sitting on his desk. Earlier, when he’d spread out the files on his desk, he had placed it in a drawer.

Curiosity made her move toward the desk to pick up the photograph and look at it. Something she had never done before. For some reason, he always placed it in the drawer when he left each day.

The woman was simply beautiful and Opal immediately knew she had to be the fiancée he’d lost, the one who had gotten killed in a boating accident two weeks before their wedding. She then wondered if Colleen was right and if D’marcus’s less-than-friendly attitude could be the result of a broken heart.

“What are you doing in here?”

Opal jumped at the sound of the gruff voice, nearly dropping the papers out of her hand as she quickly placed the frame back on his desk. She swallowed against the tightness in her throat and said, “I have papers for you to sign.”

He straightened in his chair. “But that doesn’t give you the right to bother my personal belongings, Ms. Lockhart.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Armstrong, but I was curious.” She then added, “She was beautiful.”

Instead of accepting the compliment he stared at her with ice-cold eyes. “You had no right to touch that photograph.” The anger in his voice almost made Opal’s pulse go still.

“I said I was sorry, sir, and it won’t happen again.” Anger tainted her voice, too. She was a person who respected everyone’s privacy and she hadn’t meant any harm. It wasn’t like she was planning on stealing the darn thing.

“These need your signature,” she said, handing him the papers. He took them from her and the room got extremely quiet. The only sound was the shuffling of papers. He handed them back to her and she turned and quickly walked out of his office, closing the door behind her.

As soon as Opal left, D’marcus stood and shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants. He walked over to the window and glanced up at the sky. Damn, what was wrong with him? It seemed he didn’t miss a beat when it came to chewing out Opal Lockhart about anything. He could understand her being curious about the photograph, especially since he went to great pains to lock it up each night. And she
was
his administrative assistant. There was nothing on his desk that she shouldn’t be allowed to touch.

He inhaled deeply. What was there about her that seemed to bring out the worst in him without her even trying. In fact, if he was honest with himself, he had to admit she was the most easygoing person he knew.

He heard her shutting down her computer for the day and knew he had to apologize for his behavior. Grabbing his jacket off the rack, he headed for his office door.

“The man is a tyrant, just like Ruby said,” she muttered to herself as she buttoned up her jacket. As predicted, an October cold front had moved in, changing the weather overnight. She’d even heard there was a strong possibility Detroit would be having its first snowstorm by the end of the week.

“Who’s Ruby?”

D’marcus’s question snapped Opal around. He was standing against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at her. “Excuse me?”

“I asked you, who’s Ruby?”

Opal stiffened slightly. Evidently, he’d heard her muttering to herself. She tilted up her chin and said. “Ruby is my oldest sister.”

He nodded. “And she thinks I’m a tyrant?”

Heat flooded her cheeks and she couldn’t look at him any longer. Instead, she looked down at her purse to get her car keys out. “Yes, that’s her opinion,” she said softly.

“And evidently yours, as well.”

She lifted her head and met his gaze again. “Not until tonight. Before now I just assumed you were demanding, like most bosses.”

D’marcus stared at her in silence for a moment and she stared back, refusing to look away. “Okay,” he finally said. “Because of my actions tonight I probably deserve that. I apologize.”

For the second time that day Opal felt her pulse go still. He was actually apologizing to her again. Before she could say anything he continued, “In the future I will try not to be a tyrant as well as not being overly demanding.”

His words surprised Opal and she didn’t know what to say. “If you’re about ready to leave we can walk out together,” he continued. “I’m not sure the parking lot is well lit. Be sure to contact someone in the maintenance department tomorrow about replacing those bulbs with brighter lights.”

“All right.” After taking the keys from her purse, she came from around her desk and waited while he turned off the lights. She should have assured him that she would be safe walking to her car alone, but her head was still whirling from his apology as well as the promise he’d made.

They caught the elevator in silence and walked out of the building without exchanging any conversation. She was surprised he knew exactly where her car was parked and walked her straight to it. He stood back as she opened the door and eased into the driver’s seat.

“And don’t forget what I said, Ms. Armstrong. I want you to be compensated any time you arrive at the office early.”