A Subtle Hint

As Stella and I make it back to the hall, she expresses her dissatisfaction to me.

“Mr. Moore is really something else. How can he expect you to drink on his behalf. Asking a woman to drink on his behalf is so ungentlemanly. Does he not have respect for women anymore?”

A soft sigh escapes my lips as I guide her towards our table which is right next to Christopher’s.

“Remember, I am his staff so he definitely doesn’t see me as a woman,” I quickly tell her and then want to bite my tongue next.

Although Christopher has been very well-behaved with me, I doubt he is physically attracted to me. I have never once caught him staring at my chest or making any sexual jokes.

Even if it’s too early, but there should at least be a subtle hint that he sees me beyond his personal assistant, but so far there is nothing therefore, the reason for my doubt.

“Emily, stop defending him,” Stella whispers as I pull out a seat for her before doing the same for myself. “Remember that whatever you tole