Coming into work the next morning, I've barely slept. I'm yawning as I wait for the lift. I spent the whole night tossing and turning as I worried about my grandma. It's probably unnecessary. She doesn't exactly need my concern. She's not your typical granny. It's a fact I know well, but it doesn't stop me worrying about her. She's still my grandma after all."Morning," Noah says cheerfully as he comes up beside me.He hands me a coffee and I grumble out a quick thank you. It's weird how this is becoming something of a routine. Not so much waiting for the lift with Noah but having him fetch my coffee. I'm pretty sure it's me that should be getting him a coffee but I don't bother telling him that. It's not like it would discourage him from doing it again. And I'm not sure I want him to stop."Sleep well?" he asks."Not really," I tell him honestly as I yawn again."Are you sure you're not sick?""Do I look sick?""Well, you don't exactly look great."I don't know if I should chide him o
Noah's POV:I'm not completely sure what's gotten into Eden. She's distracted and worrying about things that quite frankly are above her pay grade. Above mine even. Don't get me wrong. If Mrs Clancy needed help, I wouldn't hesitate to give it her but in what world would she need my help. And with the company's finances of all things. It's not exactly my forte.I saw the look in Eden's eyes earlier and I know full well, she's not going to let this go. That woman can be like a dog with a bone when she wants to be. Just look at how she managed to get CCTV footage when I accused her of stealing the department's design. She's certainly resourceful.Trying not to dwell on it, I carry on with my work. There's a lot to do and no time to waste if we want to get these new designs into production by the end of the week. Today is the last real day to make any necessary changes before we lock things in with the factories tomorrow."Eden," I call out to her.She immediately looks my way, before gett
I'm not sure how to bring it up with Eden. I don't want it to appear like I'm just giving in and doing what she wants. That's not what's happening here. In fact, my actions have absolutely nothing to do with her concerns or our conversation yesterday. I'm only doing this because of that email. If I hadn't received it, I definitely wouldn't be doing this.Even as I think it, I find myself doubting myself. I'm not convinced I'd have been able to keep refusing her. No matter how I word this, she's going to think she's won. And maybe she has."Eden," I call her into my office with reluctance. She'd say I'm being stubborn."Sir?" It grates. I thought she'd finally gotten out of that particular habit."Noah," I retort."Sorry, Noah." She at least has the sense to look sorry."Come sit down," I tell her. "I've just received an email."Even I can hear the aversion in my tone. This is clearly a conversation I don't want to have but really it's just a matter of pride. I should just let it go."O
Eden's POV:This is tedious. I'm running through the file that Noah received earlier, combing it for inaccurate figures. I frequently have to remind myself that I'm doing this for my grandma. Everyone else went home hours ago. It's now close to ten o'clock at night and Noah and I are still hard at work.I'm flagging but I don't want to give up. Not yet. Not when the task is still incomplete.Noah's friend in IT is looking into who sent him the email but he's refused to make any promises. I have no idea how he will do it. He kept using technical jargon that quite frankly I just didn't understand. Like seriously, what actually is an IP address and why does everything seem to think I should know what it is?No matter how I look at it, I can't work out who would send it to him. And why him of all people?Is it because James and his nephew Lewis have been gunning for Noah and design team one? Is it some sort of silent solidarity or something? Or perhaps they believe that Noah has the gumpti
Noah's POV:She's frowning up at me as if I just asked her if she knows how to solve world hunger and not if she wants to go home. It's hard not to react. Covering my mouth, I feel my lips moving into a smirk beneath my hand."Come on," I say as strictly as I can muster. "Time to go home.""But..." She looks down at her work.I know for a fact, she's achieving very little staying here. It's been a long day and we've both done more than enough for one day. I need a break, even if she doesn't think she does.Lifting my eyebrow, I wait for her to continue. She doesn't though, instead turning off her computer and putting away all her work."This is so frustrating," she says getting to her feet."What is?" I ask as I watch her grab her stuff."It's too slow. We're getting nowhere fast."Grinning at her, I nod my head. She's right. It's infuriating but there's absolutely nothing we can do about it right now. All I can do is hail her a taxi and send her home so she can get a good night's slee
Eden's POV:Working together in my apartment had seemed like a brilliant idea when I was exhausted after a gruelling day, however come the next day when the clock is getting closer and closer to the moment when Noah will have to come home with me, it definitely doesn't seem so great.I consider pulling a sicky. Fain a headache or something. Anything to avoid having to spend even five minutes with Noah Grisham in MY APARTMENT. I must have been completely balmy yesterday to have even considered suggesting it. Either that of seriously paranoid. We were clearly alone, everyone else having gone home hours ago so why had I felt as if someone was watching me.And no, I do not mean Noah. It hadn't been that nice feeling you get when your crush pays you attention. No. This had been that super creepy feeling you usually only get when you walk down a dimly lit street alone late at night.Everyone else has already gone home and the department is deserted with only me and Noah still here.He usuall
There's a knock at the door just as I'm putting the hoover back away in the cupboard. Every surface is sparkling, all my family photographs are hidden, and the whole place smells like I'm sprayed an insane amount of air freshener. 'Hopefully, he's not asthmatic,' I think to myself as I make my way towards the door nervously.He is my boss. This shouldn't be that weird. We're just working in a different environment, that's all. No matter how much I try to reassure myself of that, it doesn't work and I become more anxious instead of less."Hi," I say, opening the door to let him in. I hope he doesn't notice how high pitched my voice has suddenly become."I brought takeout," he tells me, holding up a bag of food. "I didn't think you'd have time to eat and I know I haven't.""Great!" I say over-eagerly, taking the bag from him. "I'll dish it up. Make yourself at home."I'm grateful for the excuse to leave the room, rushing into the kitchen. I take a deep and stabilising breath, reminding m
Noah's POV:Coming here was a mistake.Everything about this situation is bad. Her lounge is a little cramped, slightly on the small side. Which is to be expected given her salary. Maybe I should give her a pay rise...Wait. I can't give her a pay rise just so she can get a bigger apartment and I won't feel so physically close to her when I come to her place. It's not like this is going to become a regular thing. This is an unprecedented situation.After eating the food, we busy ourselves with the work in front of us. There's plenty to do and it should provide plenty distraction but it doesn't. Eden has curled her legs beneath herself in the armchair that she's sitting in. Her hair is pulled to one side, exposing her neck. Her skin is flawless, perfectly smooth and I'm aching to reach out and touch her.But I absolutely can't do that.Returning my attention to the piece of paper on my lap, I do my best to ignore her fidgeting. I can't tell if she's just sitting uncomfortably or if she