Louis headed to the basement and Marcus went to his office to place a phone call before his first meeting of the morning. I sat down at my desk and started going through the weekend voicemails, writing down notes for Marcus.
It was strange to sit here and think of my boss as Marcus, being away from the office made it easier to think of him as Marcus. Being here made me think of him as Mr. Blackwell. Not a bad thought. It inspired thoughts of being the naughty secretary, which made my cheeks heat up with a blush.
“What has you looking good enough to eat?” Marcus asked as he walked up to my desk and I bit my lip, looking up at him through lowered lashes. “Don’t tempt my Amelia.”
My lips twitched as I fought back a smile at his hungry look, “Here are your messages, Sir.”
“Louis is
