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“Mr. Sandburg, I can’t do it.” Max Eisner stepped into his boss’ office, closing the door behind him.
“It’s Miah, Max. And I’m sorry, this is a mandatory team-building exercise.” Jeremiah Sandburg, one half of the partnership at Sandburg Software, leant back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. Max couldn’t help but notice the concern written on his supervisor’s handsome face. “You need to be here.”
Max tucked his hands into his pockets to keep Miah from seeing the trembling. He bit into his lip, tasting the bitterness as he drew blood. Max shook his head. “Please understand. I can’t stay. There’s...” He trailed off. I’m not humiliating myself.
Miah’s eyes narrowed and honed in on Max’s mouth. Max winced, knowing Miah wouldn’t have missed the blood. Miah continued to watch Max for what felt like an eternity before his jaw clenched and he shook his head. He turned back to his computer. “Join everyone else in the conference room. We’re due to start in ten minutes.”
Max’s stomach dropped to the floor. He backed away from Miah, determined to just walk right out of the front door. To leave his job, his new friends, and his attractive boss right here where he’d found them.
But as he put his hand on the knob of Miah’s office door, his boss rose from his chair. “I think I’ll walk with you.”
Max tried counting to ten but the closer Miah got, the harder it was to remember what came after six. The straight-cut Armani suit was tailor-made—Max would stake his next pay cheque on that. And whoever had the pleasure of measuring those inseams on Miah’s solid frame most definitely would have had put his hands in places Max only dreamt about. It should be illegal for a man to look that good in a suit. Max sucked in a deep breath as his boss passed by him.
Miah turned around just before Max could leave the office. He jammed both hands into his pockets. “Are you okay, Max? Is there something I should know about?”
Max’s body began to shake and his formerly floor-bound stomach chose that moment to take off like the flight of a hundred butterflies. Max felt the blood drain from his face and cold sweat popped out on his forehead. The trembling worsened. Max’s stomach rolled again and he shoved past Miah, bolting for the bathroom down the hall.