Chapter 96 – Morning Coffee

I set Vincent's morning coffee to the side of his keyboard right where he likes it and then step back looking at the way I've arranged his breakfast for the morning. Can optimal working happen at this desk? I tilt my head to the left. Then the right.

The coffee sits too near the keyboard. There could be spillage if he hit it with his hand while sitting down to work. I adjust the coffee to the right and stand back, smiling at my perfection.

My plans never had me working as someone's personal assistant, but it turns out when I put my mind to it, I make a damn good one. My deep sigh of satisfaction moves a few of the copies on the corner of Vincent's desk and I stop and arrange them back into a neat stack before leaving his area.

Vincent and his musky woods scent, which makes me want to take off his shirt and roll around in them for a few hours startles me at his office door.

His gaze is dead set on the center of his desk where a wrapped breakfast sandwich waits. "Is that peanut b