There was a good possibility he was preparing to discuss how they would resume a normal work relationship beginning on Monday.A worse option was that he’d want to continue as they were, with him dominating her every evening.
They had only been intimate for a short amount of time, and despite her best intentions, she’d allowed herself to become emotionally attached to him.
There was no way she could go back to a normal boss and employee relationship.Saying goodnight at the end of the day and going home alone, or maybe watching him move on and start dating someone else, would slowly eat at her.
And if he wanted to continue as they were, she’d lose what was left of her heart.There was no way she could stay with Nathan without falling the rest of the way in love.When things eventually ended, it would take a piece of her soul with it.
Too late, she realized she should have never given in to the temptation to find out what she’d been missing.
The drive-through lane had several cars waiting, and the lobby looked empty.“I could go in,” he said.“Faster that way.”
Her phone chimed with an incoming message.“Sounds good.”
“What kind of scone?”
“Maple.And fair warning, I’m not sharing.This is not like chocolate cake.I can and will eat the whole thing.”
“After last night, I need something with more protein.”He parked then, after turning up his collar, jogged through the gentle drizzle that had started falling from the fat clouds.
The effort to behave normally cost her, and she allowed her spine to relax against the seatback as she checked her phone.She grinned when a picture of Andi showed up.
Wish I got to see Mr.Hottie Boss beat your ass.Was it good?
She typed in a quick reply.
Amazing.
Knew it!Ha!Happy for you.
Andi had added half a dozen smileys, hearts and fist bumps.
At a loss, Kelsey didn’t reply.She wasn’t sure what to say…share her doubts?Revel in how astounding the night had been?Her emotions were so conflicted that she didn’t know how to unravel them.
He returned to the car and offered the drink.
“And the pastry, mister.”
“Not sure which one is yours.”
She pulled both bags from his hand.
“Never get between a woman and her scone,” he said.“Lesson learned.”
After she had broken off the end of the scone and popped it in her mouth, she gave him the other bag.
He took a few bites from his egg-and-something-that-smelled-delicious sandwich before indulging in long gulps of coffee.“I may survive until I get you home,” he said.
Freeway traffic was still light, and they made it back to her house faster than she’d expected.
“Would you like to come up?”She was only half hoping he’d accept the invitation.
He nodded.
Fortunately Mr.Martinez and the shocked hamster were nowhere in sight.
Once they were in her condo, she wasn’t certain how to act.Did he want to spend the day together as if they were a couple?And what would that mean?Running errands, doing laundry, cooking?
She removed her jacket.Then remembering his directive from the first time he’d visited, she offered to take his.
