Blake shook his head subtly and tightened his grip on the bag he was holding. This young lady sure has a powerful effect on him, he thought. In his opinion, it was something to be grateful for.
Ever since Ava had entered his boss’s life, Zac had started to change not completely, of course. He was still firm, still commanding. But something in him had undeniably softened.
At the very least, it had been a long time since anyone had been fired on the spot.
“You may leave now, Blake.”
Zac’s deep, gruff voice snapped Blake out of his thoughts. He straightened instantly, then stepped forward to place the briefcase on the nearest couch.
“Have a good night’s rest, Mr. Gonzalez,” Blake said with polite formality, dipping his head respectfully.
Zac didn’t respond. His attention remained fixed solely on the woman in his arms.
“Goodnight, Mr. Blake,” Ava chimed sweetly, waving at him from over Zac’s shoulder.
Blake quickly bowed his head in return. “And to you too, ma’am,” he replied before turn
