The Girl with my Heart (Summer Unplugged #8) Read Free Page B

is, she’s not telling me and that means it’s bad.
    I stand up and walk over to her, taking her by the hand. “Look, if I did something wrong, let me know. I’m obviously a total dick because I can’t even think of what it could be.”
    She shakes her head and her eyes fill with tears. “Just drop it, okay? I’m not mad at you.”
    As if on cue, Jett starts crying. Bayleigh draws in a deep breath and forces a smile. “I’m going to go check on him,” she says. She doesn’t even look at me. I watch her rush down the hallway and slip into Jett’s room, closing the door behind her. My mind reels. I check my phone to see if I accidently missed a text or a call from her today, but I didn’t. She didn’t even text me all day, which is kind of unusual.
    A knot forms in my stomach. We spend the rest of the night watching Netflix in bed with Jett lying between us. We do this all the time but tonight it feels different. Maybe I’m just overly concerned but it really feels like she’s using Jett is a human barrier to keep me away from her.
    She swears everything is fine but all I know is that my wife is upset with me and I have no idea why.

Chapter 5
     
     
    There’s a hot cup of coffee waiting in my office the next morning. I know Mr. Fisher didn’t leave it there, so that leaves one explanation and that makes me incredibly uncomfortable. I pick up the paper coffee cup and hold it eye level. It’s so fresh that steam wafts from the top. I sigh.
    “Good morning!” Natalie bops into my room, holding an armful of sugar and creamer packets. Today she’s wearing a frayed pair of cut off jean shorts with the pockets sticking out on top of her thighs and a tank top with no bra. I can tell she’s not wearing a bra because her nipples blare at me like two caffeinated spotlights begging to be seen. “Do you still want black coffee today, or can I sweeten it for you?”
    I point to the cup in my hand. “Did you do this?”
    She nods, smiling from ear to ear. “Of course I did. I’m your assistant and I’m determined to be the best one ever.”
    “Yeah, about that. I can get my own coffee. You don’t need to worry about it.”
    She rolls her eyes. “You are too nice, Mr. Adams. But…” She steps closer, ripping open one of the sugar packets. “I’m here to make your life easier.” She grabs my hand over the coffee cup and pulls it toward her, until my knuckles are pressed between her cleavage. “Do you like one sugar?” she asks, tilting the packet into the coffee, still clutching my hand against her chest. When it’s empty, she looks up at me. “Or two?”
    If I jerk my hand away, the coffee will spill all over her. She may be instantly annoying but she doesn’t need second degree burns from her boss. The last thing I need is a lawsuit. “One is fine,” I say, gently tugging on my hand. She finally releases me.
    “What about creamer?” She takes one of the plastic creamer packets, presses it to her lips seductively and pulls off the paper top with her teeth.
    I am not an idiot. I know what she’s doing. “Look, Natalie.” I put the coffee on my desk and fold my arms across my chest, looking as much like Mr. Fisher as I can manage. He’s intimidating. Girls don’t flirt with him. “I am a married man.”
    “Uh yeah, I know,” she says sarcastically. “Trust me, everyone knows.”
    I lift an eyebrow. Does she need me to spell it out for her? “Yeah, that means you can’t act like this if you want to keep working here. I am married. I am happy. You just can’t continue.”
    “Excuse me?” Her face wrinkles in confusion and she crosses her arms which makes her boobs almost float out the top of her shirt. “What exactly does that mean, Mr. Adams? Are you…” Her voice rises. “Are you hitting on me?”
    “What?” I stand, completely caught off guard. I throw my hands in the air. “Are you fucking with me right now? Obviously I’m not hitting on you.”
    Natalie’s eyes go all wide