All Chapters of Accidentally In Love With You: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Liam was already walking and she had to jog to catch up with his long-legged stride. “Break room,” he said, showing her the large open-plan kitchen area with several tables and chairs. “There’s a Nespresso machine and Carter keeps fresh fruit in the fridge and gourmet cookies in the cupboard. If you bring your own lunch, make sure you label it and maybe padlock it too because some of the staff think that anything in the fridge is a free-for-all.” He smiled while he said it and she felt her heart flutter and her cheeks redden under the perfection of it. “There’s a really good cafe downstairs,” he went on, “if you’re not into making your own coffee or if you just need to get out of the office for a while. We’re pretty relaxed with breaks, as long as you’re getting your work done. If you need to take your laptop out to the cafe and work, that’s fine too, just let us know where you are.” She nodded but she was afraid she looked like some weird bobble-head doll. She couldn’t help it.

Liam spent the rest of the day in his office with the door closed. He’d shown Mia around the offices and then set her up in her cubicle and told her to familiarize herself with the entirety of The Playbook. They were an online magazine, but not all of their content was free. He didn’t think Mia had paid for a subscription, so he gave her the access she needed and told her to go through all of it and as many of the archives as possible. It would keep her busy until he decided just what he was going to do with an intern and it gave him some breathing room. He’d never realized just how hard it was to concentrate when you were preoccupied with trying not to touch or smell the person you were working with. He, himself, had barely gotten any work done. He didn’t know what the hell to do with Darius Carathurs. From the press photos he’d seen of the guy, he was a typical AFL footballer with a lot of tattoos and a style that could be called athletic at best, or sloppy if Liam was being hones

Showered and feeling marginally better, Mia gathered up all her underwear. All the new ones she’d bought that afternoon, plus all her ones from the laundry basket and she shoved them in her laundry bag. She would never ever again forget to make sure she had clean underwear for a workday. Every moment of going commando under her skirt had been torture and she was just waiting for someone to say something or notice and it was half the reason she’d been so on edge all day. The other half belonged to Liam Thompson, her boss, and the man she currently had love/hate feelings for. She hated the way he’d been so dismissive of her and her abilities, but she couldn’t forget the way he made her body feel. No one had ever turned her on so much and he managed to do it with just a look. He smiled at her and she was putty in his hands and she hated herself for it. Peyton was constantly scolding her for playing the dumb girl around hot guys but Mia didn’t do it on purpose. She really did get dumb aro

“They’re here,” Taylor, one of the editorial assistants, said, sticking her head in Liam’s office. “Carter wants you in the conference room.” Liam nodded and pushed up from his desk. He felt like shit. He’d barely slept and the very last thing he wanted was to deal with Carter and this stupid competition. Mia was at her desk as he stormed out of his office. “Come on,” he said to her over his shoulder. “Carter wants us.” Mia scrambled after him but he didn’t shorten his stride. It was better if she stayed behind him. He couldn’t smell her shampoo or body lotion or perfume or whatever it was that triggered those sensory memories and tied him all up in knots. Carter was standing at the head of the conference table and two men stood on either side of it, staring each other down. One of them he recognized—Darius Fucking Carathurs in all his tattooed footballer glory—and the other one looked familiar, but Liam couldn’t place him. Carter looked like the fucking cat who swallowed the

“What do you even know about me or football? You’re just a chick.” “Maybe, but I’ve been watching the Cougars play since I was born. I grew up in a household who have been a fan for generations. I know you’re a talented footballer and your stats are off the charts. Cheese and rice! That mark you took in the fourth quarter against the Nomads was pure gold. But it doesn’t matter how good you are because everyone thinks you are an a-hole. You could be the best forward to have ever lived but you will never get the respect and admiration of the fans unless you get your marshmallows together and start acting like a grown-up.” They stared at one another for a moment before Darius sunk back into his chair. “Fine,” he said. “Let’s get on with it then.”“You going to deal with that?” Frankie asked as they walked away from the conference room. “Deal with what?” Liam asked. “That fucker. You’re going to make sure he doesn’t touch my sister, right?” “Yeah,” Liam said. His gut was churnin