Holly eyed him carefully, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Bryan was never that nice or giving. He was demanding, stoic, and borderline rude.
But he was standing in front of her, early for work, and telling her she worked too hard.
“Are you trying to get me to take time off so you can tell HR that I’m not dedicated?”
“What? No! I’d never do that. Honestly, Holly, I just realized this weekend that I take up too much of your time. I can go through my own emails and make my own coffee. I can print my schedule each morning. I can take care of some of the things I’ve been asking you to do. I need you to get back to the tasks I hired you for, not the crap I don’t want to do.”
Holly wasn’t sure what to say or think. Bryan had never been so kind to her. She often thought of him as the male version of Meryl Streep’s character in The Devil Wears Prada.
Maybe Christmas miracles did exist.
“Thank you. Truly. I, um, I’m not entirely sure what to say, but thank you.”
Bryan smiled, a full grin that did funny things to Holly’s insides. She didn’t want to examine that, but she couldn’t deny her boss was an attractive man.
Being kind only made her notice that even more.
Holly excused herself before she did something foolish like launch herself into his arms. She knew it wouldn’t be smart, in any way, so she just turned and walked away.
And told the butterflies in her stomach to go back into hibernation.