Page 9 of Coming for Her Grumpy Boss

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four

Ford

“If you just came in here to give me shit, you can fuck off and go to your own office,” I say.

Thorne, my best friend, stretches his legs out in front of him, locking his hands together across his stomach. “Do you want advice or not?”

“I don’t recall asking you for any.”

“No, but I can see the solution clearly while you have your head up your own ass.”

“Charming,” I say.

“Suit yourself,” Thorne says in that annoying posh British accent of his.

“Why don’t you tell me what you think my problem is before you offer me a solution?”

“Ah, so you are curious. Splendid.” He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees.

“The problem,” I prod. I’m losing patience with his antics. Thorne has never taken anything—aside from beer—seriously.

“You want Mia.”

I release an annoyed breath. “Which we’ve discussed ad nauseam, and you know why I cannot pursue that.”

“I know why you say you can’t. Not the same thing. But let me finish, you impatient knob.”

I wave him to continue.

“My sister is returning in time for the holiday festivities.”

“I was not aware,” I say.

“She rang yesterday to tell our mother.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “And you know how loudly they both talk. I couldn’t help but hear their entire conversation.”

“I’m sure you were doing everything you could to ignore them,” I say.

“I wouldn’t complain too much if I were you. My excellent spying skills benefit you in this situation.”

“Do tell.”

“It would seem that Natasha has changed her mind about the two of you.”

I go still at his words. “What exactly does that mean?”

“She wants you back. Claims she’s missed you dreadfully over the last year and thinks the break is exactly what the two of you needed to move forward with your future.”

My jaw tenses. “We have no future. It is why we broke up.”

“My sister disagrees.”

I roll my eyes. “Your sister is bored. We have very little in common and there is no spark.”

“That is a relief. I would hate for you to actually be in love with my sister and feel the need to tell me of your sexual prowess,” Thorne says.

“I never slept with your sister,” I admit. Not for her lack of trying, but there’s no need to torment her brother with that information.