"Madam, didn't you say to help the CEO take some things back? He's probably getting anxious since we've been out so long," Harry Zachary awkwardly lowered his gaze, not daring to meet Josephine Hawthorne's eyes.
Even though he sensed her intentions towards him on the way back, he hadn't expected her to be so direct.
Josephine deliberately feigned confusion, furrowing her brows slightly and gently sliding a hand down her face. "Aren't I?"
"You really know how to joke," Harry glanced at her before quickly lowering his head again, forcing a smile while secretly trying to pull his wrist free. But Josephine held on tightly, refusing to let go.
With her other hand, Josephine reached over, grabbing Harry's chin like a man might treat a woman, turning his face towards her. She curved her lips into a faint smile, looking directly into his eyes, as she teasingly asked, "Don't you understand what I mean?"
"Madam, I'm your daughter's assistant, please..."
