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“And that’s the good news,” he said, as he readied himself to deliver the more unfortunate half. “The bad news is that we need you to start… today. I’ve received information that the company is moving forward with a major new project. After you go through a brief employee orientation, the CEO will address the team members, which includes you. It's all hands on deck, Fiona.”

I shot to my feet. My tears gave away to rush of anxiety as the reality of achieving my goal hit me. What if I screwed up my first day, week or month? I’d always been the smartest person I knew. Now, at Hawkins, that was far from the case. Everyone in the lab, including Colin, was as smart, if not more so.

“Fiona?” Mr. Doyle asked. “Are you there?”

Cradling the phone to my ear, I pulled my free arm up, pressing my hand against the opposite cheek.

“Mmm, hmm. Yes, sir,” I stammered. “Thank you, Colin.”

“It’s my pleasure, Fiona. We can’t wait to get you in here and working with the rest of the team. Now how soon can you get here? The CEO will address the team at ten.”

“Oh I…” I began. “I’ll get ready right away. I can be in by nine. Is that all right?”

“Yes, Fiona. That’s terrific. I’ll schedule your orientation. That should still give you ample time to get to the briefing.”

“Okay. Thank you again, Colin. I’m so appreciative.”

“It’s our pleasure to have you on board. All right then, so I’ll see you at nine?”

“Yes. I’ll be there.”

Soon afterward, we said our goodbyes. My near panic attack avoided for the time being, I put the phone down on the kitchen table and turned to tell my grandmother the good news.

Finally, a glimmer of hope.

It couldn’t have come soon enough.

FIONA

After arriving at the office and going through the orientation Colin mentioned, all members of the lab team gathered for the CEO’s address on the new project, which I’d come to learn was known as the Link Protocol.

Colin offered me a seat next to him, which I happily took. I found his presence reassuring in the moment. With a bit of luck, some of his calm demeanor would rub off on me. After we’d filed in and taken our seats, I placed my planner on the table in front of me. Pulling out a pen, my highlighter and an assortment of labels I used for categorizing things, I readied myself to take copious notes.

Just then, Colin leaned in towards me. Speaking with a hushed tone he asked, “Mr. Hawkins. Do you know anything about him?”

I was a bit ashamed to admit I didn’t. But it was true. I’d only ever been focused on the science,
my work
. The politics of companies and the personalities of the people involved didn’t interest me. I only cared about putting my knowledge and passion to the test. If I hadn’t gotten the job I wanted here, I would have continued searching at a number of different firms until I landed it.

I shook my head.

“No,” I whispered back to him.

Colin nodded. “He’s a good man. Fair. I think you’ll like him. With your credentials, I have no doubt he'll feel the same way.”

Around that time, the door to the conference room opened and a shapely woman with brunette hair pulled high and tight behind her head entered. She crossed the room with an efficient stride and as she did, the sound from her heels echoed, putting a halt to all conversation around the conference table. Clutching an armful of paper, she made her way to a podium at the front of the room.

Colin nodded and with a light whisper said, “That’s Holly, Mr. Hawkins’s personal assistant.”

Acknowledging him, I scribbled a reminder note in case I ever met her again.

Without looking up to face the group, Holly began to speak as she prepared the podium for the CEO’s arrival. “Good morning everyone. We will begin in just a moment or two. Mr. Hawkins got delayed on a call.”

After she finished, she looked up and headed in the direction of the table. Holly moved between each of us, providing a brief on the Link Protocol as she did. I thanked her as she passed by, and moments later she walked back towards the podium. As she did, a new person appeared through the entrance to the conference room.

Well, I should clarify…

He was new in terms of the people in attendance but he certainly
wasn’t
to me. Slack-jawed, I froze in place as Gabe strolled inside and made his way towards Holly without a word.

Wait a second,
he
was the CEO? The pick-up artist from the bar? Seriously?

Just then, Colin leaned in my direction and confirmed my suspicion with a whisper. “That’s him, Mr. Hawkins.”

I nodded and at the same time, slumped a bit in my chair. Leaning back to at least partially conceal myself behind Colin, I alternated between disinterested glances at the protocol document and stares of disbelief at him. I happened to cast my gaze back to some of the other women seated at the conference table. All of them spontaneously began to primp and preen like lionesses at the watering hole.

I rolled my eyes at the spectacle.

Good lord.

Shaking my head, I glanced back towards Gabe. I couldn’t believe my eyes. He looked
nothing
like a CEO.

Well, okay, aside from the expensive looking clothing and alligator-skinned loafers. And yes, he did carry himself with a look of a man in charge. He was at ease and unhurried, just like he was at the bar the night we met. As he turned away from us, I bit my lip while my eyes wandered down his backside. Beginning with his shoulder length, wavy brown hair my gaze moved from his broad shoulders, to his narrow waist all the way down to his tight...

Stop, Fiona. Right now. Jesus.

I broke my stare for a moment. On the one hand, I wanted to just start this meeting already so I could get to work. But on the other, I was petrified he might single me out once he began to speak. Quickly, I tried to think of every possible outcome and prepare a suitable reply for each one.

Yet as I mulled my options over, I found my urges tugged at me. Peeking through strands of my hair, I stole a secret glance at him. His suit, dark blue in color, had the faint hint of a shine to it. It clung to his body as if it were custom cut just to fit his muscular physique. His tight ass shifted back and forth as he chatted with Holly, presumably giving her the sorts of orders CEOs do.

As I at last broke my gaze upon him, I happened to look across the table at a couple of the other female lab workers again. Except this time, they’d caught
me
staring. Heat flushed to my chest, coloring me like a human thermometer. But before I could look away, both of them smiled at me.

One of them even wiggled her eyebrows.

I swallowed and sunk further into my seat, dropping my now clammy hands in my lap. As I did, strands of my blond hair closed in around my eyes, providing me a bit of respite from my shame. But the worst was yet to come. It was a matter of time until Gabe noticed me sitting here.

What would he do? Say? I fretted he’d make some joke or teasing comment at my expense, sending the entire gathering into a fit of laughter and leaving me humiliated in the process.

I couldn’t believe my luck.

All the possible comebacks to his imagined jibes jumbled together in my brain. I had no idea what I would say, or do. My attempt at a disappearing act didn’t go unnoticed by Colin. He leaned in towards me.

“Fiona,” he began with a voice barely above the sound of a whisper. “Are you all right?”

Snap out of it! Damn it Fiona!

I nodded and, after grabbing hold of the arms of the chair, straightened myself in it.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I replied, in a voice with volume that matched his own.

This couldn’t
possibly
get any worse. Turns out the man who’d hit on me
twice
with an impressive arsenal of charm was apparently
my boss
. On top of that, my coworkers caught me undressing him with my eyes and Colin, well, he must be second guessing his decision to hire me at all considering the way I was behaving at the moment.

But just when it couldn’t get any worse. It did. Much,
much
worse.

For no sooner had I returned to an upright position in my chair, than Gabe finished his conversation with Holly. As he did, he turned to face everyone seated at the conference table. Taking measured steps in our direction, he clasped his hands together behind his back for a moment and then began to speak.

“I’ll keep this discussion brief everyone. The document Holly gave to you will provide all you need to know about the new project, which we’re terming the Link Protocol. I’ll expect each of you to familiarize yourself with the details of it as it relates to your role in the project.”

As he started to speak, it was as if I witnessed a literal transformation take place before my eyes. Gabe appeared to be just as much at ease addressing a room full of people as he did making flirting small talk.

Just the idea of speaking to a large audience made me ill. But he rattled off commands with a mix of authority and elegance. It was as if he were talking to a room filled with his best friends. It’s not like he wasn’t irritating enough already with his charm and teasing.

Now this.

Bastard.

Frustrated, my worried state shifted a bit. As I listened to him speak, the reality was that if I hadn’t had the experience I did with him, I wouldn’t see him as anything other than what he was in the moment.

The boss.

Gone was the barfly playboy. In his place, a confident, articulate leader who was more than qualified to be in the position he was stood before us. Whether it was rehearsed or spontaneous, an excellent, well-reasoned description of the work ahead of us flowed from his lips.

Yet through it all, I didn’t dare look up.

Instead, as Gabe spoke, I scribbled in my planner, taking notes about things I didn’t yet understand and would have to ask Colin about later. But as the seconds ticked by, I noticed him circle around behind the people seated across from me until he stopped in place.

Swallowing, I drew my eyes up towards Gabe without lifting my head.

Without so much as an awkward pause, the icy blue of Gabe’s eyes locked mine for a fraction of instant. In the very next, he glanced down towards my planner, then back towards me with a slow nod.

And if I wasn’t mistaken, he winked.

GABE

A few hours after my meeting with the lab team, I sat in my office thumbing through a stack of briefs related to the Link Protocol.

Still,
she
kept popping into my head.

I smiled at my good fortune she’d interviewed for a lab position. Not that it would have mattered much. I would have spent time in pursuit no matter where she worked, but with everything going on right now, I would have been delayed at a minimum.

But no matter. The way was clear now.

And the look on Fiona’s face when she sat at the conference table. I have to say keeping my identity a secret had been well worth the wait. I’m sure if anyone noticed me noticing her, she would have been mortified.

The idea of it brought a smile to my face.

But as I sat there thinking about the situation, it occurred to me I hadn’t gotten Fiona’s last name yet. Not only that, but I really didn’t know anything about her beyond our brief interactions. And when it came to my romantic interests around the office, I preferred to have every bit of information at my disposal.