Delaney frowned as he saw his assistant bend over her work, her head almost buried inside the file. Why was she working so hard? It wasn't like this project research was urgent. Since when did she become a workaholic?
She was not even aware of her surroundings or the time. Everyone had already left for the day and yet here she was.
"Miss Mcintyre", he called out slowly trying to remind himself that he needed to calm down. Just because he was frustrated and angry did not mean he had to take it out on her. But, dam* it! The woman was making his office smell like a garden or an orchard or something too sweet and delicious.. Don't go there, Del! You don't do sweet!
The girl jumped! Not startled, not shocked.. Literally jumped making the chair that she had been sitting on crash with a loud bang.
