Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“The situation?” Caldwell repeated.
Running a hand through his hair, Miles nodded with a sheepish smile. “I kind of came to America to take a break from my bossy eldest brother, but now I have a boss who can give him a run for his money. It’s pretty ironic, isn’t it?”
Caldwell stared at him strangely, as if he wasn’t sure what to make of him. “You’re very odd.”
Miles laughed. “Thanks. I think.” At least odd was better than boring.
Caldwell was still staring at him.
“Um,” Miles said with a small smile. “So, am I hired?”
“Yes.” Caldwell’s gaze finally moved away from him. He stared at his computer, but Miles got the strangest impression that he wasn’t really looking at it.
Miles cleared his throat. “So, do you want me to do something for you right now, Mr. Caldwell?”
Caldwell shook his head to himself before returning his gaze to Miles—and staring again.
It was starting to really weird Miles out.
He moistened his dry lips with his tongue, unsure what the hell was going on.
Caldwell looked away again, something irritated about him. “Make me coffee,” he said testily, nodding toward the unobtrusive door to the right. “Black, no sugar. You do know how to make coffee, right?”
“Of course not,” Miles said with a straight face. “It’s illegal to drink anything other than tea in England.”
Caldwell gave him an unimpressed look. “Then let’s hope you’re a quick learner. I want my coffee within ten minutes.”
“Sure.” Striding toward the door, Miles rolled his eyes. The guy needed to lighten up.
“Rolling your eyes at your employer is a fireable offense, Miles.”
Miles froze, confused, before realizing that there was a mirror on the wall and Caldwell must have been watching him through it.
“Creep,” Miles muttered under his breath.
“Calling your employer names when he can’t hear you is a fireable offense, too,” Caldwell said, his voice very dry.
Miles looked over his shoulder and smiled. “You should fire me, then.”
Caldwell’s narrow-eyed gaze was the last thing Miles saw before he closed the door behind himself.
He looked around the small room. It had a red couch, a table, a fridge, and a coffeemaker. A very fancy coffeemaker.
Miles eyed it warily.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his phone and opened Google. He would be damned if he proved Caldwell right.
He was going to make the best coffee that prick had ever tasted.
Chapter 4
A week later, Miles was at his wits’ end.
“I hate him!” he complained to Sofia, flopping down into the chair by her desk with a frustrated groan.
She shot him a sympathetic, if somewhat amused, look. “What did he do now?” she said quietly, shooting a wary look at the closed door into the Monster’s Lair.
Miles scowled at it. Now he understood why Caldwell’s PA had suffered a nervous breakdown. At this rate, he would, too. “He drives me crazy, Sofia. There’s no pleasing him, I always get something wrong, but he still refuses to fire me and get a real PA! At this point, I’ll be ecstatic to get fired.” He’d never considered himself an easily frustrated person, but Ian Caldwell was proving him wrong.
“If it’s so unbearable, you can always quit, Miles,” she said, clicking her tongue.
“I can’t,” Miles said.
For one thing, there was his promise to the Rutledges to keep an eye on Caldwell.
For another, he was pretty sure Caldwell wouldn’t let him quit.
The thought made him bite the inside of his cheek.
The thing was… Ian Caldwell might be an enormous prick to him, but he was undeniably weird about him. Miles wasn’t sure what the guy’s problem was, but Caldwell continued staring at him all the bloody time.
No matter what Miles did, Caldwell stared at him. Miles ironed Caldwell’s shirt, and Caldwell stared at him. Miles typed up a document for Caldwell, and Caldwell stared at him. Miles served him a lunch (delivered from one of the best restaurants in the city, of course), and Caldwell stared at him. Fucking hell, by this point, Miles was used to being stared at all the time.
Since Miles didn’t have a second head and wasn’t ridiculously handsome like his brother Ryan, he could only conclude that Caldwell’s strange stares had to do with his resemblance to his ex-wife.
But it still didn’t explain anything.
He’d done his research, but Googling Ian Caldwell and his ex-wife didn’t give Miles the answers he was hoping for.
Regina Travers was a C-list actress who’d played a few minor roles in some small movies. She looked a lot like him, Miles admitted grudgingly, but they didn’t look like twins, no matter what Caldwell said. They would never be mistaken for one another, unless one was half-blind. She was pretty tall for a woman—around 5’10”—so about Miles’s height. That was where the similarities ended.
Her every other feature sort of looked like Miles’s, but as if it was slightly distorted. Her hair wasn’t quite as richly colored as his was, but it was golden-brown, and the shape of their green eyes wasn’t quite the same, but it was similar enough. Being female, her features were a little softer than his, but not by much, since Miles’s face was pretty refined as it was. It made sense why Caldwell had first thought they must have been related. Regina Travers resembled Miles more than his own siblings did.