Anna.
With my hand in the display case and Mr. Ludwick standing on the other side, admiring the rings, a deep voice makes me look up. It's Harry, standing in the doorway with two cups of coffee, lifting them in the air with the biggest smile on his face.
When he came by yesterday, I was expecting some sort of attraction to him. However, when he touched me, I felt no tingling sensations and no heat rushing through me. It's not that he isn't handsome—he is.
With dirty blond hair and baby blue eyes that almost appear grey, especially with the light reflecting off them, he has a strong jawline and a smile that would make any woman swoon, complete with a dimple in his chin. But not me; I’m more attracted to my assistant than I am to Harry.
Maybe it's because we need to get to know each othe
