THE DRESS CODE
~MAYA POV~
I slammed the white paper bag onto the center of his desk. It made a loud smack. It was satisfying.
"Turkey sandwich," I said. My chest was thrusting up from practically running to the deli and back. "Enjoy."
I turned, ready to retreat to my desk, to the safe side of the glass.
"Sit down, Maya."
I stopped, closed my eyes, and summoned every ounce of patience I had left. I turned back around. Silas was already unwrapping the sandwich. He hadn't even looked up.
"I have emails to sort," I said. "You dictated three letters....."
"They can wait. Sit."
I marched over to one of the leather guest chairs. Dropped into it and crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him.
He took a bite of his sandwich. Chewed slowly. Finally met my eyes. His gaze drifted down t
