Page 34 of Sexy Bad Boss

“And it hasn’t occurred to you that maybe if you do, she won’t leave?”

“You think if I seduce my admin, she’ll decide to stay on? You must have a thing for women’s romance novels. Because I live in the real world, and I can tell you that isn’t how things are supposed to work.” I’m her boss. We shouldn’t carry on any sort of relationship except a professional one. And while Myra may very well be willing to sleep with me—if the intensity of that orgasm I just gave her is any indication—I am not stupid enough to believe for one second that sex is what it will take to convince her to stay. And I shouldn’t want it to be.

“Never read a romance book, but I know plenty about women in general. Whatever is or is not going on between you two has the potential to be a gigantic train wreck unless you finally get your head out of the sand and pay attention to something other than your company.”

“As if I’d listen to advice from you.” I curl my lip into a sneer. Garrett and I have never, ever seen eye to eye when it comes to dealing with the opposite sex. Even if his suggestion is exactly what every woman I’ve ever dated has told me.

He stands and claps a hand onto my shoulder. “Anyway, I need a favor. And trust me, if I could ask anyone else, I would.”

“Why can’t you?” If he said it like that, I probably don’t want to do it.

He lifts his hand and starts flipping up his fingers, one by one. “Our nanny had to go to Indianapolis to visit her grandmother, who’s in the hospital. Chloe and Paynt are in Paris. Dad’s come down with a cold or something, and I don’t want to expose Abby. I even asked Erin’s annoying best friend, but he has plans tonight. Of course he does. How the fuck that guy manages to hook up with women, I’ll never understand. It’s even more baffling than you possibly getting laid. At least you can afford to pay for dinner first. Danny doesn’t have two pennies—”

“Can we get to the favor now?”

“Erin’s favorite band is Imagine Dragons. They’re in town tonight, and I scored front row tickets. But we don’t have a babysitter for Abby.”

“Are you asking me to babysit your daughter? Me?”

“I told you, you were last on my list. But I’m out of options, and I’m not about to leave her with a stranger from some online service.”

“I’m a little annoyed that I’m last on your list.”

“Are you?”

“Christ, I’m not an ogre.”

“Sure you are. But that aside, you aren’t exactly kid-friendly. Other than family functions with Abby, have you ever had any real interaction with children?”

Garrett should talk. Before he learned he had a daughter, he was the same damn way. And look at him now; he’s such a doting dad he refuses to trust his child with anyone but family or close friends. If he can do it, I should be able to. Especially if it’s only for a few hours.

“I can handle it. Plus, Myra will be here to help.”

Garrett’s face lights up like I’ve just given him a Christmas present. If I weren’t so annoyed with him, I’d probably appreciate his obvious desire to please his fiancée.

“Thanks, man. We’ll drop her off around five. And knowing Myra will be here sets my mind at ease. That woman needs kids of her own to coddle. You should do something about that.”

“What the hell—”

The door slams shut, marking my brother’s exit. The cat sits on its haunches next to the couch and stares at me.

“What does he expect me to do?” I ask it. Hey, it wants interaction; talking is the best I’ve got. “Am I supposed to help Myra find her perfect man?”

“Meow.”

***

Myra’s gone most of the day, although she stays in touch via text messages.

Everyone sends their sympathy and hopes you’re back on your feet soon.

Despite your directive, I set Alex up at my desk. He looks good there.

Alex is picking this up amazingly fast. I’m so impressed.

He’s charming. And funny. He’s going to help you land far more clients than I was ever able to do. You’ll really like him.

Nope. I hate him already. Especially when, hours later, Myra finally returns to the house—with him in tow.