I can’t tell her to take it back to him, because that would make this situation weirder than it already is. Instead, I thank her again before she leaves.
I guess I could eat. But just as I open the bag and peek inside, my phone rings. It’s a FaceTime call from Soren. I answer it, and his face comes into view.
“Do you like it?” he asks.
“Sure,” I say and pull out a box of what smells like chicken.
“You didn’t want to be seen eating lunch with me at work, and I respect that. So, we can do it this way.” That’s when I notice his lunch in front of him.
I chuckle. “You’rereallyweird.” I have to give him credit where credit is due, though. The lunch is nice. Especially when I take the first bite and remember I didn’t eat breakfast this morning. I was so nervous about the staff not liking me for the sole reason that I came in and got a job that some of them had probably been trying to get. Then I have to remind myself I have been in the business for years, worked my way up, and I am good at what I do.Why else would Soren have hired me?You know, apart from trying to fuck me, and to stop me from writing the story about him. He is an astute businessman, after all. He could have put me anywhere. And, honestly, I think he’s one of the smartest men I have ever met.
“Yes, and I’d like to be even weirder by sliding my hand up your skirt.”
I can’t tell if he’s teasing or not.
But I laugh and then hang up on him.
The restof the workweek actually goes smoother than I thought it would. I hardly see Soren, which I’m thankful for because I don’t want anyone to get any ideas that I only got the job because I am sleeping with the boss. Because let’s be real, he gave me the job so I’d stop investigating him for the story. That doesn’t mean I’m going to stop digging, though, completely. Now that I know him better, I want to learn more about him.
I understand his life revolves around work and his sister, and that he’s trying to set some boundaries with her because she’s a fucking nutcase. And he understands that my life revolves around work and my son.
I texted Noah the other day to discuss me taking Oliver away next month to visit my family for a week. He asked if I could already get time off work, since I just started a new job. I told him it shouldn’t be an issue, but truth be told, I haven’t even checked.
I haven’t seen Soren all day, but as I close my office door on my way out for the weekend, he steps out of his office at the same time. It’s late, and no one else is in the office apart from a few stragglers. He sees me, and a small smile touches his lips. I want to say that my heart doesn’t skip a beat at that barely-there smile, but it damn-well does.
I’m not really sure what he’s doing to me, because it’s so different from my last relationship. Not that I would call what we have a relationship. I just don’t know what category to put us in.Yes, we’ve had sex. And, yes, we work together. But I don’t know what else we are.
I manage to put one foot in front of the other and head down the hall, having to walk past his office to get to the elevator. He knows that, so he stands there, waiting for me. As soon as I reach him, I stop and meet his eyes.
“Care to have dinner with me?” he asks.
“I have Oliver tonight.”
“Bring him,” he says, and I give him a skeptical look. “I’m serious. Bring him. It’s casual anyway.”
“You’re willingly inviting me, and my son, to dinner?”
“Yes, at my apartment,” he adds.
“Umm… that’s a lot.”
“It’s not. I have a chef, and you need to eat. So, come. What’s his favorite food? I can get the chef to make it.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“It is. Don’t overthink it. Just come and have a glass of wine with me while we eat.”
I should tell him no.
I don’t bring my son around strange men.
But I guess I can introduce him as my boss?
Can’t I?
That wouldn’t be as weird.
“I’m telling him you’re my boss.”
