his lips and stared at her closed office door, the “Do Not Disturb” note
tacked right above the handle. He let go of a soft sigh and decided to chance
her wrath. At the very least, he needed to apologize for the nonsense that had
happened during dinner last night. Yes, he had a growing interest in her as
something more than just an employee, and yes his brothers clearly had the same interest
as well, he just wished that there was more tact behind the whole arrangement.
Steeling his nerves, Tim lifted
his hand and knocked the door. A few seconds skipped by in silence before he
heard Raven lift herself to her feet and make her way to the door. Tim waited
with bated breath as she opened the door just a little, peering out into the
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When Raven took the job she was offered at Wayne
Enterprises, she knew that she wouldn’t be working under Bruce Wayne himself. That was unlikely, as Bruce had
a hundred different things that needed his attention, and she was just a data
analyst. Nothing more, nothing less. However, she did not imagine that she
would be working under one of his wards
either… but here she was, standing in a top-floor office, staring into a face
that looked too young to be even partially
in charge of a multi-billion dollar company.
“Miss Roth, was it?”
He had a kind smile, and there was something about that she
liked, but she knew better than to trust his smile. His eyes were clear, cool,
almost calculative. It was as if he was registering data in his mind, and
everything could be explained easily with just a little thought and some
Raven nodded. “Raven, if you’d like.”
That kind smile returned. He stood up from behind his desk
and offered her his hand, eyes never leaving her face. “Raven, then. I’m
Timothy, I’ll be your direct supervisor
for this project.”
“We’ll be working together on analyzing the market and
market proposals for a few different products for the next few weeks, and if
this all goes accordingly, then I know that Wayne Enterprises would be happy to
extend a more permanent offer of employment.”
Raven nodded, still unable to tear herself away from those eyes. Her cheeks flushed and she
let her stare slip over the soft curve of his jaw, down the line of his throat,
into the tightly buttoned collar. Swallowing a sudden menagerie of emotions, Raven took a slow, deep breath and shifted.
It was going to be hard to stay focused if she was going to be encountering this everyday.
He pulled out a few files and laid them on his desk. There
was a moment that seemed as if he was considering getting started, and then
chose instead to say something else. Timothy reached out and adjusted his tie,
pushing some of that gorgeous, unruly, dark hair from his eyes. He met Raven’s
stare again and placed his hands on his desk, leaning forward, looking a bit
like a predator that was stalking prey.
“There is one last thing… my brothers, are all expected to play parts in this project as well.”
He stood up straight again, his lips tugging down into a
frown as he tapped his fingers on the fine wood of his desk. “And while they’re
all very talented, it’s fair to mention they’re all a pain in the ass.”
He smiled that soft smile one more time. “Just Tim, Raven.”
Her cheeks flushed.
“Now.” Timothy opened the top folder and motioned for her to
come closer. “Shall we get started?”
Swedish ice hockey player Peter Forsberg of MoDo and Henrik Zetterberg of Timra tangle during a game in the Swedish Elitserien hockey league during the 2004-2005 NHL lockout circa January 2005 in Timra, Sweden.