Dating the Boss (Blue Harbor #2) - Jaclyn Osborn Page 0,52
but Daniel is…” I stopped looking through shirts and slumped against the closet door. “He’s special, Beck. When I’m around him, my stomach gets all fluttery and it’s a little hard to breathe.”
“Sounds like a medical problem you should get checked out.”
“Stop,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’m serious here.”
“What do you want me to say?” Quinn asked. “This guy has authority over you. The power dynamic is way off.”
“So?”
“So, I’m worried about you.” Quinn sighed, and it sounded like he was washing dishes because there was running water in the background. “What happens when he turns out like all the other losers you’ve banged and fallen for? Hmm? He won’t just break your heart. He will fire you too. You’re risking your job, your future, on someone who—”
“Oh, and fucking a guy who used to shove you into lockers and bully you so bad you cried is okay?” I snapped. “But you didn’t see me saying shit to you when you told me about you and Monty. I was there for you, Beck. I supported you. Even if part of me worried you were making a mistake, I was there for you no matter what. If you fell, I’d catch you. Because that’s what friends do.”
As an angry tear fell down my cheek, I wiped it away. God, I was so fucking pissed off at him.
“Reed, I—”
“And you’re right,” I continued. “I’m a fucking whore who bangs men to feel wanted, and I date a lot of losers who screw me over. I have Daddy issues and tend to fall for the first guy who comes along and smiles at me, who makes me feel special. But that doesn’t mean Daniel is the same way. In fact, I know he’s not. I thought my best friend would be here for me like I was there for him, but I guess not.”
“Reed! Goddammit, listen to me,” Quinn said in a rush. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t judging you for sleeping around. I only meant that, when it comes to men, you sometimes don’t see things clearly. I don’t want you getting hurt again.”
I let the anger roll off me as I took deep breaths. “I know you weren’t judging me. I’m sorry too.” I grinned. “Wanna kiss and make up?”
“If only you were my type,” Quinn said with an overly dramatic sigh.
“I’m everyone’s type.”
“Hey, that’s my line.”
When we both started laughing, I knew we were okay. That’s the thing with me and Quinn. We could bicker one moment and then act like nothing’s wrong the next. He was my chosen family. My brother.
“Wear the coral shirt with the black jacket,” Quinn said. “Throw on some skinny jeans and those new boots I got you for Christmas, and he won’t stand a chance at resisting you.”
“Oh! That’s perfect!” I grabbed the shirt off the hanger. “Thanks, Beck.”
“Anytime.” There were murmured voices on his end of the line. “Monty says to stop talking on the phone and get ready.”
“Tell Monty he can kiss my ass.”
Quinn laughed. “Have a good night, Reed. Let me know how it goes.”
I changed into the outfit he suggested before touching up my hair in the bathroom mirror. A little bit before six thirty, my phone rang, and my stomach did little flips.
“Hey, you,” I answered it.
“Come outside,” Daniel said. Well, more like ordered.
“Pardon moi?” I walked over to the living room window and saw his car idling in my driveway. “My, my, Mr. Sawyer. You need to freshen up on your proper dating etiquette.”
“How so?” he asked with amusement thick in his tone.
“A date is supposed to come to the door.”
“Is that what all your other dates did?”
“No,” I answered. “They all sat in their cars too.”
Just then, the driver’s-side door swung open and Daniel stepped out, shutting it before walking toward the house. Thank god I had the extra time to compose myself after seeing him. He wore a fitted suit that hugged every inch of his sexy, muscled body and a black coat on over it.
“That’s not fair,” I said into the phone, watching him. “You look like a damn movie star.”
I was rewarded with a raspy laugh. “And you always look like a model. I guess we’re quite the pair.”
Damn him and his flattery. The man was smooth. Real smooth.
Even though I stood in the entryway, I waited for him to knock on the door before opening it. “Hey there.”