Aaron placed his left hand on my desk and bent further down.
“Excuse me?” I told to his round and kind of huge shoulder.
Jesus, what is he, a giant?
Realizing how very close his body was to my face and how much larger it seemed up close, I leaned back in my chair. “Hello?” The word came out wobblier than I would have preferred. “What are you doing?”
He hummed, the soft noise sounding as close as he was. Right in my face.
“Blackford,” I said very slowly, watching how his eyes scanned the PowerPoint slide on my screen. It displayed a draft of the schedule I was assembling for InTech’s Open Day.
I knew what he was doing. But I didn’t know why. Or why he was ignoring me—besides because he was trying to be the biggest pain in my ass.
“Blackford, I’m talking to you.”
Lost in thought, he hummed again, that damn noise sounding all hushed and masculine.
And annoying, I reminded myself.
I swallowed the lump that had just magically appeared in my throat.
Then, he finally spoke, “Is that all you’ve got?”
He absently placed his laptop on my desk. Right beside mine. My eyes narrowed.
“Eight a.m. Meet and greet.” One bulky arm flew in front of my face, pointing at my screen.
I plastered my body to the backrest of
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