Page 20 of Coming for Her Grumpy Boss

“You’re the one who segmented it into a part of my personality.”

She rolls her eyes. “Your desire or whatever.”

I smirk. “The truth is, I was minding my own fucking business one day when you walked into my office and changed everything I thought I knew about the world.”

“You tripped stepping over your chair,” she says with a smile.

“I did. And you laughed at me.”

She laughs again now. “It was adorable. And unexpected.”

“I really want to kiss you,” I say.

Her teeth bite into her bottom lip.

“I don’t want to overstep. My obsession aside, if you are not interested⁠—”

Her lips meet mine, effectively ending my words. She licks into my mouth, and I groan with need. Fuck, I want her.

“My sister,” she says, her mouth against mine. “Has a theory that all of our banter over the year plus of working together has been nothing but verbal foreplay.”

“I always liked your sister.”

“She’s been trying to convince me for months that I should crawl under your desk and blow you. See if it improves your mood.”

I choke and then laugh.

“Still like her?” Mia asks.

“I think she just earned her first bonus.”

“But I’ve never crawled under your desk,” she says.

“No. That might actually kill me.”

“Does that mean you don’t want to try it?”

“No, I absolutely want to try it. Can’t think of a better way to die.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she says. “Sorry, I interrupted our kissing.”

I cup her cheek. “There are no expectations here. You’re in charge. I’m not your boss when it comes to that. And come to think of it, when we return, I should file some changes so that you no longer report directly to me.”

“You want to transfer me?”

“Fuck no. I still want you there with me. Every step of the way. Preferably on my lap. But for appearances and your protection, you shouldn’t report directly to me for performance reviews or whatever. Though, for the record, you get all the gold stars.”

She gives me an impish smile. “Do you have a secret sticker chart you’ve been hiding?”

“Absolutely. It’s where I keep all your gold stars.”

“Ford?”

“Yeah?”

“I’d like to get back to the kissing and the direction we were heading with that.”

“You certain?”