Why? Well, after Julian tore apart one of my reports in front of the entire staff, I figured it was only fair. Naming my cat Nico gave me a weird sense of satisfaction. At home, I could boss Nico around.
“Nico, fetch my slippers!”
“Nico, stop scratching the couch!”
“Nico, go eat your food and stop begging!”
It was petty, but it made me feel better.
And now? Now, I’d accidentally let that slip.
I smiled nervously. “Did I say something in my sleep?”
Julian looked at me blankly. “Did you tell me to ‘get off’ in your dream?”
I could feel sweat beading on the back of my neck. “Um, well, I do have a cat named Nico at home. It keeps me on my toes so I can stay sharp and serve you better, Mr. Grey.”
Julian stepped closer, leaning into my personal space. He was a head taller than me, and this was the closest we’d been since that drunken kiss the night before.
His eyes, framed by absurdly long lashes, were locked on mine.
I froze, unable to think clearly. Was it illegal to want to kiss your boss even after he’d made your life hell?
Just as my mind began to spiral, Julian’s voice broke through. “Olivia, you look ridiculous when you lie.”
I blinked.