Boss I Love to Hate An Office Romance - Mia Kayla Page 0,78
that I had never noticed before.
And it wasn’t nearly enough. I had a crazy thought of making an excuse to move her desk into my office so I could have more time to study her features.
I felt like a stalker.
As the time moved closer to five, quitting time, my stomach churned. I wanted to think of an excuse to see her again. Catch a movie. Have dinner. Shit, staring contest. Any-damn-thing.
Wasn’t this Karma for all the broken hearts I’d left scattered around the city? This was what I got for dating girls that I never truly liked.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. I hated not feeling like myself.
Again, I tried to think of an excuse to keep her here, but I hadn’t asked her to work after-hours for a while. She knew everything on my schedule and all the big deals I was working on. There was nothing on the pipeline.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” I knew I was acting like a little pussy who kept thinking about her pussy.
“OH MY GOD!” Sonia rushed through the doors, cheeks flushed, eyes blazing. “What the hell, Brad?” She stared me down like she was about to jump on me and wrap her arms around my neck.
That would be fine as long as her legs were wrapped around my waist. Pissed off Sonia, nervous Sonia, now fucking angry-as-hell Sonia. I decided the hottest one was the angry firecracker in front of me.
“Why would you agree to our monthly dinner?”
“What?” I quirked an eyebrow. Monthly dinner? My mind went blank.
“Aunt Chelsey.” She lifted both eyebrows. “Ring any bells? Because I don’t remember her inviting you to family dinner. That doesn’t ring any bells on my end.”
Laughter escaped me. Of course, she wouldn’t remember. She had been drunk beyond oblivion that night.
“It was your idea.”
She slapped her head and rested one hand on her hip. “Of course it was.” She groaned. “But why the hell would you agree to it when you knew I wouldn’t remember?”
“Have you met your aunt Chelsey?”
The woman hadn’t looked like she understood what the word no meant.
She groaned again. “You’re only my friend, okay?” She gave me a pointed stare. “They think otherwise, but these people are my family, so remember, you’re only my friend. I don’t want them getting any ideas.”
“Sure thing.” I smirked, silently fist-pumping inside. It was like God had answered my silent prayer because this was my way in.
She glared at me. “Wipe that smug smile off your face.”
“You know your aunt did see us holding hands at the wedding, right?”
She groaned louder.
“And kissing,” I added, trying to minimize my amusement.
She rubbed her temples with two fingers. “Okay, okay. I get it. I’m never drinking again. Ever.”
I chuckled. “Why not? You’re quite cute and affectionate when you’re drunk.”
God, she was adorable. I’d never noticed how she bit her lip when she was frustrated, but now, I could commit to memory all her mannerisms.
“You …” She pointed. “… shut up. I’ll meet you at seven.”
She turned to leave, but my question stopped her.
“Do you want me to pick you up?” I stood, waiting behind her, feeling anxious and eager and excited, all at once.
Who is this guy? I didn’t fucking recognize him. With women, I was never anxious. It had always been the other way around.
She flipped around and squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. “Sure, whatever, fine.”
Not exactly the reaction a guy wanted. But I wasn’t deterred.
As soon as she shut the door behind her, my butt dropped to the chair, and I grinned. Guessed I didn’t have to make an excuse to spend more time with her after all.
Chapter 15
Sonia
Brad never made me nervous. Not his fancy, swanky car or his gorgeous looks. He’d always been the BILK to me—a self-centered, pompous ass who didn’t care about anyone or anything other than himself. But, since I’d seen him with his nieces, my opinion of him had already started to shift. And, now, as he jumped out of his car to open my car door, nervous butterflies stirred in my belly.
“Where to?” he asked, giving me a once-over. He’d never done that before. “You look nice.”
I barely refrained from groaning in despair. He needed to stop.
“Elmwood Park. It’ll take us thirty minutes to get there.” I proceeded to punch in my address in his car navigation.
“Did you do something different with your hair?”
I scrunched my eyebrows together. “Yeah, I pushed it up into an after-work, don’t give two shits bun.” I shook my head. “What’s up