“I have this, bro. All I have to do is keep her friend occupied so you’re not riddled with intrusive questions. That way, your social anxiety stays in check.” Wren hung up.
“See, that wasn’t so bad.” Cor closed the folder with the designs before heading towards the door. “Once this launch is over, we’ll meet the guys for drinks.” Then Cor was gone.
Spencer closed his eyes. This was the worst intro to his attempt at a social life. Now he had to endure Wren’s teasing jibes during drinks. On the flip side, no one would blame him if he strangled one of his best friends.Right?
Spencer spun around to leave and bumped into someone. A warm flood of liquid seeped through his shirt—his newly steamed light blue shirt. The scent of coffee tickled his nose just as his gaze seized on the curvy brunette responsible.
“Dios mio, I’m sorry,” came a voice as invasive and sweet as honeysuckle.
Then she smiled, showing off the cutest dimples, sending a hot bolt to the base of his spine.
He was screwed.
CHAPTERTWO
Kate
Way to make an impression, Kate!
The day she’d finally mustered the courage to introduce herself to the boss’s sexy friend, a guy she was secretly in love with, she spilled her latte down the front of his shirt.Just great.
Okay, girl. You made this mess, now fix it.She hadn’t put off meeting Spencer Travis because she was shy, but the opposite. She was a social butterfly, and each time she’d seen this gorgeous man, he’d stood apart from everyone except his friends. Oh, he’d been friendly enough, but still standoffish.
“Dios mio, I’m sorry.” He didn’t immediately respond to her apology, and she smiled, hoping it was disarming.
“Don’t worry about it.” He pinched a spot above the spill, pulling the shirt away from his skin. “Where is the nearest restroom?”
“Wait here!” Kate spun, hurrying to the cubicle she shared with the other executive assistants. She dropped the half-empty coffee into the garbage and grabbed her purse, ignoring the amused eyes of her colleagues. “Let’s go,” she said, walking into Cor’s office.
“Where are you going?”
He wasn’t following her at all. “I’m helping you get cleaned up.”
“I don’t need help getting tidy.”
Of course he didn’t. If there was an award for germaphobe of the century, he’d win it.
“Do you know how to remove coffee stains—deep roast,” she added, referring to the dark blotch expanding on his shirt. “Or get your shirt dried so it wouldn’t look like you’ve collected a day’s worth of drool?” Technically, she wasn’t an expert stain remover either. She did have a stain remover pen and wet wipes in her purse, though.
He grumbled under his breath but didn’t object.
“I didn’t think so.” She walked further into the office. “I thought you’d like to use your friend’s bathroom instead of the one on the third floor.” She looked over her shoulders, wrinkling her nose. “Less germy.”
When he cringed, Kate knew opting for her boss’s washroom won her a few points.
Plus, there was no way she’d get away with walking him into the men’s washroom, and Spencer wouldn’t follow her into the women’s. He was a rule follower from his neatly twisted dreadlocks to his buffed leather shoes.
“Thanks,” he grumbled again.
“It’s the least I can do after derailing your day.” In the washroom, Kate put her purse onto the counter. She rummaged through the contents, pulling out the wipes, a tube of hand sanitizer, and a stain-removing pen, setting the items at the sink.
“I appreciate—”
“Take your shirt off,” she ordered, mustering courage as she washed and dried her hands.
“What?” His eyebrows rose high and she thought they would blend with his hairline.
“It will make it easier not to…you know, touch you.”