“It’s all the rage,” she said innocently.
“Squirrel bridges and goat yoga. How very forward thinking of our town.”
She handed him another Post-it note and watched as he read it. Pippa Shelton had called earlier to let Theo know that she heard he would be at the theater tonight for the annual Clairmont scholarship announcement, and would Theo like to share her family’s box seats. It was a smart move. Not quite asking him out but paving the way to spend the evening together.
She didn’t quite like the way that made her feel, which was beyond silly. “Theater date, huh? You are a wild one. Hope this one has a better ending than the last date you went on,” she teased.
“It’s not a date,” Theo said curtly. His phone buzzed, and he looked down. “Congrats on joining the dark side,” he read. “Can’t wait to see all the boring shit you post.”
He looked up at Amber with a question in his eyes, and she wilted a tiny bit. She hadn’t quite expected Theo to find out this soon. “What’s Ford talking about?”
For a minute, Theo looked dark and menacing looming in the doorway and her belly did that slow, sinuous tug that reminded her that she wouldn’t mind seeing the mayor looming over her bed exactly like that, all darkly handsome and stern. Who knew she had a kink for tall, dark, and angry?
“Mm,” she murmured, still caught up in her fantasy. She’d make him unbutton his proper white collar and tug his tie loose. Maybe he would use it to bind her hands to her bedpost...
“Amber!” Her fantasy fell apart.
“What?” she said irritably. How long had it been since she’d had a good fantasy and, of course, the man himself was ruining it.
“What is my brother talking about? I don’t have any social media, right? Right?”
“Well,” she hedged, “you did, technically. The town has handles, but it’s a huge oversight that you don’t have your own, so I fixed it.” She smiled brilliantly.
Theo scowled.
Dammit. Would Marilyn never work on this man?
“Delete them,” he snapped. “I don’t even know how to use a hashtag, much less post things that the public can see and comment on.”
“Todd agrees with me,” she said to his back.
“I did not,” Todd yelled from down the hall. “I told her you’d be mad.”
Amber got up and hurried into Theo’s office, where he was searching for something.
“I promise I’ll handle the accounts. You won’t have to use a single hashtag or post anything,” she soothed. “It’s going to make a big difference, you know. Beckerman’s all over social media at these community events. This is a prime opportunity.”
Theo sat down abruptly in his chair and pushed his hand through his hair, leaving it disheveled, the way she liked it. Settle down, girl. Angry sex isn’t an option. Although...she forced herself to stop that train of thought. There would be no sex with her boss. Period. Full stop. Unless he took that tie off and...
Theo pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. “I just had the longest two hours of my life listening to Mrs. Nielson passionately detail the significance of every brick in the old town hall. Please just...delete them.”
He sounded so tired that Amber took pity on him. He really did work too hard. He was always the last one to leave at night, and she knew he worked at home too. He needed something other than work in his life.
“I’ll take care of it,” she said. Right after he was reelected, she added silently. “I’m going to lunch. Need anything while I’m out?”
“No, thank you,” he said. He shuffled the few papers left on his desk, frowning. “Have you seen the budget proposal file? I could have sworn I left it right here.”
She walked around him to the file cabinet. “I filed them for you.” She set it in front of him with a flourish.
Theo’s brows snapped together. “I told you not to touch anything on my desk,” he growled.
Geez. His angry voice really did it for her. She shook off a shiver and widened her eyes innocently. “I just did a little filing,” she soothed. “Heading to lunch. Gotta run,” she called back and practically ran past Diane, who was having tuna today.
Diane’s lips twitched, and Amber took a precious moment to wink at her. “That’s his ‘I love you’ voice, right?”
“Amber!” he barked, and she pushed the door open to the humid summer air and blessed silence.
Someone was cranky.
