Blind Date with the Boss. Barbara Hannay

frown with a warm smile. ‘I’m so glad you could join us.’

      Join us? Sally’s jaw fell so hard she was surprised it didn’t hit the desk.

      ‘There’s a spare seat here, Logan,’ Janet said. ‘I saved it especially for you.’

      The boss took the seat Janet indicated next to Hank James, the company’s Information Technology guru. He thumbed a button to open his jacket, crossed one long black-trousered leg over the other and scanned the room with a haughty, narrow-eyed gaze.

      Annoying lightning flashes strafed through Sally and she wondered miserably how she was going to throw off these ridiculous reactions to her employer.

      ‘What a pity,’ Maeve muttered out of the side of her mouth. ‘Just when we were ready to have fun.’

      ‘The boss won’t spoil the fun, will he?’ Sally hissed back.

      ‘He’s pretty cool, actually,’ Maeve admitted. ‘In a remote and godlike kind of way. A bit out of our league.’

      ‘Fill in your name-plate, please,’ Janet told Logan. ‘In case anyone here doesn’t know you.’ She chuckled as she made this small joke, and there was a smattering of polite laughter.

      Janet beamed at everyone. ‘Now, if you turn the name-plates over, you’ll find a word written under it.’

      ‘Here we go,’ muttered Maeve. ‘Party time.’ She grinned as she turned over her name-plate. ‘Oh, sweet. I’m Cinderella.’

      Sally laughed. ‘I’m Butter.’

      ‘OK,’ said Janet. ‘I want you to mingle and chat until you find a partner whose name links with yours. For example, if you were given the name Salt, you’ll need to find Pepper.’

      Maeve chuckled. ‘Ripper. I’m off to find Prince Charming.’

      Laughter and chatter filled the room as everyone wandered about, greeting people and trying to find their match.

      ‘I suppose I’m looking for Butterfly,’ Josie, the company’s solicitor, told Sally. ‘I’m Caterpillar.’

      ‘Maybe you should be looking for Leaf?’ Sally suggested.

      Hank, the gentle, bespectacled IT guy, was Wolf. ‘You wouldn’t be Red Riding Hood, would you, Sally?’

      ‘Sorry.’

      She studiously avoided Logan Black, but she was constantly aware of his tall, dark-suited presence in her peripheral vision. He seemed to mix quite easily with his staff, which made her wonder about his customary indifference to her.

      Before very long, couples found each other—Apple and Orange, Merry and Christmas, Romeo and Juliet. There was no obvious pairing of males with females, but Prince Charming turned out to be a rather hunky suntanned young geologist. Maeve sent Sally a wink and looked as pleased as a cat with more than her share of the cream.

      Eventually everyone had paired up except Sally, and she found herself left in the middle of the room, feeling just a little foolish and self-conscious.

      ‘Haven’t you found a partner?’ Janet asked her.

      She shrugged and shook her head. ‘There doesn’t seem to be anyone here who matches with Butter.’

      A strangely tense silence fell over the group and Sally wondered if everyone else in the room knew something she didn’t.

      ‘That would be me,’ said a deep male voice from behind her.

      She spun around and pins and needles danced over her skin as she met the cool, dark eyes of Logan Black. He smiled ever so faintly as he held up his name-plate and revealed one word: Bread.

      ‘Well, there you go!’ Janet looked delighted and actually clapped her hands.

      Sally forced her face muscles to form a smile.

      ‘I want you to go off in your pairs. Move the chairs if you like. Or go next door to the canteen.

      Find somewhere private to sit where you can talk. In HR circles, we call this activity Blind Date. You have twenty minutes to get to know as much as you can about each other.’

      It was a simple request and everyone else looked happy to pair up and find a place to sit. Maeve and her young geologist were already in a far corner, grinning stupidly at each other and clearly getting on like a bushfire.

      Logan Black, however, made no attempt to approach Sally and she remained marooned in the middle of the room.

      She’d never been a wallflower at a dance, but now she knew exactly how those poor girls had felt. If the boss was going to be stuffy about this, she might hold her head high and sweep out of the room.

      ‘Come on, you two.’ Janet was like a mother hen shooing her chicks. ‘Off you go. Get cracking with the questions.’

      To Sally’s dismay, Logan Black stuck his jaw at a belligerent angle and approached Janet, dipped his head and muttered something in her ear.

      Sally could guess what the boss was saying: he didn’t want to be teamed with the newest, lowliest employee.

      But Janet dismissed him with a wave of her hand. ‘These sorts of exercises are never a waste of time. This will be good for you, Logan. You’re an introverted thinking type and Sally’s an extroverted feeling type. It’s a perfect match. Now off you go. Think of it as a blind date and be a good sport.’

      Sally knew her cheeks were bright pink, but she was not going to let the boss upset her. Lifting her chin, she smiled at him bravely. ‘I’m ready when you are, Mr Black.’

      ‘Very well,’ he said grimly and his frown deepened as he nodded to a vacant table with two chairs. ‘Over here will do, Miss—’

      With a shrewd smile, Sally turned her nameplate over.

      ‘Ah, yes. Miss Finch. Not Sparrow.’

      It was a small victory and she wished she felt more relaxed as she sat, hoping her heart and lungs would behave normally as Logan Black lowered his long frame into a chair on the other side of the small desk that separated them.

      She drew some comfort from Janet’s suggestion that the boss was an introverted thinking type. It made sense. She’d met men like him before, in the Outback. Quiet, almost reclusive men, driven by inner goals.

      Now he said, with an affectation of boredom, ‘Ladies first. Apparently, you have to tell me all about yourself.’

      ‘What would you like to know?’

      His eyebrows were black and perfectly arched and, in response to her question, the right one lifted. ‘How are you settling in to your work here?’

      ‘I think I’ve settled in rather quickly. I love working here.’

      ‘That’s good to hear.’

      To cover the awkward silence that followed, Sally said, ‘I guess it’s my turn to ask you a question.’

      ‘Fire away.’

      ‘What did you have for breakfast?’

      ‘I beg your pardon?’

      Logan couldn’t have looked more stunned if Sally had asked for his home telephone number.

      ‘I—I asked what you had for breakfast.’

      ‘What kind of a question is that?’

      ‘A safe one, I hope.’

      He smiled.

      Oh, my gosh. When he smiled the skin around his eyes crinkled and his face was transformed. He looked just as he had playing football with his nephews—delightfully carefree and young.

      ‘I had a cup of coffee for breakfast,’ he said.

      ‘Is that all?’

      ‘Yes.