“Again.” He nodded, watching her carefully.
Why was he here? What did he want?
He’s your boss. Didn’t mean he wasn’t scary. Or dangerous. She stared into his eyes for a moment before dropping her gaze away. Oh, yeah, he was dangerous.
“Can I help you with something?” she asked. She’d been shocked when she hadn’t received a message saying she was fired. So, she’d turned up on Monday night and everything had gone as usual. Until tonight.
“This isn’t your floor,” she said suspiciously.
What was he doing in a bathroom on the fifth floor when his office was on the seventh floor of the building? Plus, they were in the women’s restroom.
He looked around with fake surprise. “It isn’t? Silly me, I must have taken a wrong turn on the way to my office.”
She sighed. “If you’ve just come in here to make fun of me you can go. I have work to do.”
His gaze narrowed warningly, and her pulse sped up.
Maybe you should show him a bit more respect.
“Why are you cleaning this floor?” he asked abruptly.
“Because this is the floor I always clean. As well as the floor below.”
“I want you to clean the seventh floor from now on,” he ordered arrogantly.
She smarted slightly at the dictate.
He’s the boss, she reminded herself.
“Elsa assigned me these floors to clean,” she told him as politely as she could.
His smile made her think of a shark, white gleaming teeth filled with a deadly promise.
“I’ve already spoken to Elsa. You’ve been assigned to the sixth and seventh floors.”
“I thought you didn’t like anyone cleaning your office.”
“I’ve changed my mind. You’re going to clean it. Every night.”
She bit back her sigh. Arguing with her boss wasn’t exactly keeping her head down and getting on with things.
“Come,” he ordered arrogantly.
She waited until his back was turned to stick her tongue out at him.
“Very childish. Be careful or there will be consequences.”
Consequences? She gaped at his back as he left the bathroom. What was he talking about? He wouldn’t fire her for sticking her tongue out at him. Would he? And how had he seen her do that?
Then she turned and looked in the mirror. The very long mirror, in which he could have easily seen her waggle her tongue at him.
Mortification filled her. What had she been thinking? She was thirty-four. She never acted like this. It was just that he was an ass. Bossy and arrogant. He reminded her a little of Sloan.
She reached into her smock and took her phone out. Fully charged. No messages.
She sighed. She’d ruined things between them. She knew she should have told him everything.
Idiot.