Emerald Eyes Read Free Page B

I look back at the screen and email a positive reply for the fundraiser. I glance back at Mr. Miller, finding he’s talking on the phone, looking straight at me. His eyes unnerve me… like he’s seeing right through me. Quickly, I look back at my assignments. The last one is to pick up a package from a BVLGARI store that’s located on Fifth Avenue. I wonder for a brief moment if it’s for Barbie-want-to-be… A knock on the door startles me out of that meaningless thought.  
    “Come in.” I call out.
    The door opens, revealing a deliveryman holding a crystal vase, with two-dozen perfect baby-pink roses.
    “Miss Katherine Slavsky?” I hear the deliveryman’s voice, but the roses cover his face.
    “Yes, that’s me…” I say, genuinely surprised.  
    Who would send me flowers?  
    No one knows I started working here.  
    And who knows my full surname?
    “I need you to sign here.” The deliveryman hands me a clipboard.  
    I stand, take the clipboard and sign my name.
    “Did it come with a card?” I say, hoping to uncover the mystery.
    “Oh… yes, here it is.” He mumbles.  
    The deliveryman puts the vase on my desk, and then pulls a small envelope out of the roses, handing it to me. I quickly glance over at Mr. Miller, who looks at me with attentiveness. Mr. Miller’s eyes widen as he catches my gaze and his eyebrows pick up with amusement. I take the envelope and the deliveryman leaves. I tear it open and slide the card out.
    Yekaterina,
    Congratulations on wasting more precious time.  
    Good luck with your new craze.
    Papa.
    I shake my head and a sad smile lifts at the corners of my lips. Only papa can remonstrate by sending a delightful bouquet of roses.  
    But how would he know?  
    Laura!  
    Maybe papa sent her as a spy? I’ll have to talk to her about this. Out of habit, I lean towards the fragrant roses. I close my eyes and inhale. Their perfume is delicately sweet. When I straighten and open my eyes, I find Mr. Miller leaning against the glass wall. His arms folded across his massive chest and his entertained eyes meet mine. He looks so… attractive. Wearing a dark navy three-piece suit that fits him flawlessly, a crisp white shirt and a black tie. Mr. Miller looks like he just stepped out of GQ magazine. He’s tall, six feet three inches if I had to guess, and even under his perfectly tailored suit, I can tell that his sinful body is completely hard planes of muscles. His broad shoulders and narrow waist make me think about him stark naked.  
    Yummy…
    “Boyfriend?” Mr. Miller’s voice laced with curiosity.
    “No… just a friend.” I smile, looking at roses.  
    “Hmm… how’s my speech coming along?”
    “I was about to start it but this distracted me.” I wave towards the vase.
    Mr. Miller looks at his watch. “I’d like it before two.”  
    “And you will.”  
    Mr. Miller’s eyes narrow a fraction and he waves his hand towards my desk, telling to get back to it. He turns and walks back into his office. I quickly sit down and open the attached documents I reviewed earlier. As I read them carefully, I make keynotes and when I’m done, I get started on his speech. I work throughout lunch. Typing while I eat the delicious smoked salmon sandwich Laura made for me. After I finish the sandwich, I’m parched. I get up to ask Rose where the kitchen is and wonder if Mr. Miller is thirsty as well. I open the glass door and Mr. Miller’s head turns immediately away from his flat screen, his vivid eyes locking on mine. Mr. Miller’s gaze makes me hesitant for a moment, but I gather myself without him noticing I was affected.  
    “I’m getting myself a cappuccino, would you like something?” I ask sweetly.
    “Oh… you don’t need to do that, just tell Rose.” The corners of his lips pick up into a small smile.
    “Ok. What should I ask her to get you?”  
    “Water for now.”
    “Water coming up.” I smile.
    I close the glass door and go see Rose.  
    “Rose, Mr.