“What about it?”
“I’m gonna get it,” I say. “Can I go to work with you?”
The first laugh is a huff before it turns into something louder—harder. Very humbling, really.
But then she stops and looks at me with wide, incredulous eyes. “You’re serious?”
I nod. “Yeah, I think it’s time I get a part time job.”
She raises her brows at me. “Oh, is the multi billion dollar company yourun and ownnot enough?”
I chuckle. “Do I need to email you my resume?”
Lana’s eyes are narrowed at me, and I only smile. “Fine. But I’m not paying you.”
“Who doesn’t love free labor?”
I push a cart with stacks of books on it from the back room, following behind Lana through the aisles and into the Young Adult section.
“Okay,” she sighs, stopping in front of shelves that need obvious restocking. “They are all basically in order so just find the titles and fill them in. If a book isn’t there then just stock it with a few copies but make sure they’re inalphabetical order.”
Lana grabs three copies of one book and I grab two of another. “By…?”
She rolls her eyes and fills in an empty part of a shelf. “Last name, Christian, you know this.”
I smirk. “Maybe I just need to hear it explained in your voice.”
She gives me the hottest eye roll. “Well, stop being such a flirt and get to work, or you’re fired.”
“I was nevertechnicallyhired.” Lana growls faintly and I wish I could kiss her on the clock. “Hey, I have a question.”
She sighs, putting one last book into the empty space one the second to top shelf. “What now?”
I hold a couple of books in my hands, leaning against the shelves and watching her. “Is it against the rules for an employee to date their boss here?”
Lana rolls her eyes but I see the way the caramel shade lightens with amusement. “Should be.”
I slip the books into their shelves and pull her to me with a hand on her hip. “But it isn’t.”
Lana stifles an obvious smile and catches herself with a hand on my chest. “Unfortunately.”
I brush my lips over hers. “Liar.”
“You’re fired,” Lana moans softly.
“I was never really hired.”
“Lana!” Her name is called out and, over her head, I see Natalia coming toward us. “Lana, we have to talk.”
Lana’s eyes go wide. “What? What happened?”
“Isa’s birthday,” Natalia says. “We have to plan something.”
“Nat, that’s next month,” I say.
“So?”
Lana snorts. “We’ll do it at my house.”
