She really should have arrived ten minutes earlier, but she’d had a restless night and had fallen asleep late, resulting in her hitting the snooze button one too many times. It was ten minutes to eight and if she didn’t arrive with the coffees for the morning meeting she would be in hot water. She pulled up to the ordering screen and put in her order for five house blend coffees, three with cream and sugar, one with just cream, and one black. Then she ordered a caramel macchiato for herself, and sat back while she waited for the car in front of her to roll forward. Her tired mind drifted back to work, to all the things she would have to get done for the day, while trying her hardest not to be distracted by the sexy, enigmatic powerhouse that was Mark Donaldson. In truth, she was only his front desk secretary—his personal secretary (or assistant, as the man liked to call himself) was Dave Harrison, tall, skinny and snooty-nosed, and very much crushing on their boss. Max had a tendency to tumble whichever woman was in his bed across his desk during his lunch hour, and Dave would get outrageously jealous and take it out on Katherine since he knew she had eyes for the boss as well.
