TWENTY NINE

            It was horrible. If Alexis thought Mr. Jerkface was mean that first day, she found out later what a devil he was. He'd explained to her what she needed to do. Get him coffee first thing in the morning, black no sugar, inform him of the day's appointments, remind him when it was time for lunch, and time to leave the office, get his lunch, go on errands when he needed her to. All that on top of her job and she'd thought that for someone so proud, his schedule was simple. Until the next morning.

She'd arrived early so she could make his coffee but he was already there and he'd taken pleasure in telling her off about the importance of arriving at the office earlier than the boss. His face was a mask of anger and irritation but his eyes danced with humor clearly enjoying torturing her. That was just the beginning. Every time she made him a cup of