CHERYL POV
"Why? What are you jealous of?"
"You!" she stated.
I reared back with an even more furrowed brow. "Wait, what?"
She threw a hand in my direction. "I mean, you work directly under a very hot man–" she laid thick emphasis on hot and I rolled my eyes. "And you also get to go places with him, frequently too, which is also extremely private."
I shook my head, adjusted my glasses, and turned back to my work. "I'm his Executive assistant, Mia, and that's what executive assistants do. Technically." I mumbled.
"I know," she cried out with an undertone of frustration underlying her voice. "What won't I do just to be in close proximity to Mr hot Stuff." she sighed and relaxed back in her chair with a pouty lip.
I stopped my typing to gape at her incredulously and the
