"Betty! Betty!" Daniel called out, running after her. After having caught up, he huffed and puffed. "Betty! I'm still drunk, don't make me run after you like that. Where were you going?"

"Home. I-I'm so sorry, Daniel," she said embarrassed. "For what I said. You're my boss, I shouldn't have said that. Forget I said that."

"But, you did." he leaned into her, and smiled. "You know, Betty, you take care of me. Always take good care of me. I really don't deserve you. Come on, let's go back inside so we can talk." He grabbed her hand.

Pulling away, she pushed her eyeglasses up against the bridge of her nose. "Whatever for? Nothing to talk about."

"Yes, there is, so come on." He held her hand in his, leading the way back.

Closing the door, he smiled. "Aren't you hungry? I hate to eat alone. So, sit down and join me. Okay, Betty? Okay?"

Reluctantly, she agreed. Instead of her catty self, Betty clammed up. Daniel's blue eyes twinkled at her. He sipped his coffee. "Here," he said, grabbing hold of one half of the toast. "Butter? Jam? Butter and Jam?" he asked looking up a her. Betty stared at him. "Betty. Your toast. What do you want on it?"

"Butter and jam," she answered shyly.

"Butter and jam, it is!"

Betty watched her boss as he lathered her bread in even coats. "Okay, Betty, say ah," he said as he leaned forward, proceeding to feed his assistant.

She opened her mouth slightly, then, caught herself, and quickly grabbed hold of the bread. "I can feed myself, thank you."

"Oh," Daniel said, unaware of his gesture to feed her. He poured her coffee, with a dash of cream and two spoonful of sugar. "Just the way you like it."

"How'd you know I drink my coffee like this?"

"I'd watch you every morning. From my desk. You just don't know what I'm aware of just sitting and watching."

"You people watch?" she asked, sipping her coffee.

"No, just you. I like to just watch you," he answered frankly. Daniel waited for a reply, but, not came. "Betty, did you just hear me?"

She only nodded.

"You want to make a comment on that?"

She shook her head.

"What are you afraid of, Betty?"

She gulped her coffee, then answered. "You. You're scaring me at this moment."

Daniel rose from his chair, and stood at her side. "Yes, sometimes I scare myself. And I don't know what's happening right now. But, I like the feeling."

TBC - Chapter 5

Author's note: I'm sorry it took me so long to update. I do apologize for the short post.