Page 11 of Sexy Bad Boss

“That doesn’t make any sense. Why would you do that? Is this something to do with what happened last night? I don’t remember. Did I do something?”

“No.” Not you. It was all me. “It’s just time for a change, James.”

Ronnie gives me a thumbs up, and I glare at her.

“Well, I don’t like it,” James grumbles. “What do I need to do to make you change your mind?”

Other than redo last night so that it ends completely differently? “I won’t be changing my mind. But I’ve set up your schedule for the week. And I’ll be in the office over the next two weeks to make sure things run smoothly.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“It’s the best I can do.”

“Myra, I need you.”

“No, you don’t. There are plenty of people just as qualified as I am to be your assistant.”

“That’s not quite what I meant. My doctor says I need someone with me for at least the next week.”

“Garrett’s there, isn’t he?”

“Yes, but I’d rather have you if I have to have anyone at all.”

“That isn’t part of my job description.” The last thing I should want to do is spend time alone with him after last night. I’m half tempted to use my sick leave as it is. “I’m an assistant, not a nursemaid.”

“As my friend, Myra. Yes, you’re my assistant, but you’re also the only person I could handle hovering over me twenty-four-seven, since you practically already do. Now Garrett’s going to take me home. Will you please come?”

“I suppose,” I waver.

“Save me from some crotchety nurse who’ll want to keep me from working. Tell me you’ll come stay with me. We won’t lose valuable time that way.”

“This is just about work?” I stiffen. For a second there, he’d made it sound like I was important, but then that’s how he woos clients. No, this is about business, and I won’t do it anymore.

“Well, no, it’s not entirely about work.”

“I’m sorry, James. I can’t. I’ll run the office for the two weeks, but that’s it.” I hang up. “Oh my God, did I just hang up on him?”

“You did,” Ronnie says.

I said no to my boss. I clasp my phone between both hands. “There’s a first time for everything.”

“There is,” she agrees. “But maybe that wasn’t the time.”

“What?”

“I really don’t see what you find attractive about him,” she says. “But you just knocked back an entire week of just you and him, locked away in his house. He’d be entirely at your mercy.”

“I won’t spend the next week cooped up in his house with him,” I sputter as I sink back into the chair. At this point, I’d be happy to escape this mess with my dignity intact. “What if he remembers that I threw myself at him? What if he can tell that I have feelings for him?”

“No. No. No.” She twirls a finger in the air. “You are looking at this all wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is divine providence. This is opportunity knocking at your door. Well, his door. You have an entire week alone with the man. You should be thinking about how you’re going to use it to your advantage.”

“My advantage?” I sound like a parrot.

“Yes. Grab life by the balls, or at least my brother, and show him what kind of woman you are. He’s clueless when it comes to anything that isn’t business, but you could clue him in.”