Sunny smiled a small, kind smile, setting his tablet down in his lap. “Just pay me appropriate overtime.”
Grant blinked at him. “Was that a yes?” he asked.
Sunny nodded. “Sure. Sounds like an adventure, and I’m always up for those. As long as I don’t have to wear a suit?”
“You don’t,” Grant smiled at him. “You’d freeze.”
“You forget that I’m from here,” Sunny said. “I’m used to the cold. I love this season.”
“Yeah, well… I’m still eating into your personal time, so the offer to show up in pajamas still holds. Oh, and before I forget for the thousandth time.” He opened his desk drawer and took out the envelope markedSunnyinside it, passing it across the desk. “This is for you. Think of it as an early Christmas gift.”
Sunny took the unsealed envelope, glanced inside, and then blushed to the tips of his ears. “That’s a lot of money.”
“And you’re worth every penny,” Grant said. “I wasmiserablebefore I met you. Now I’m looking forward to Christmas. And you’re a lot cheaper than therapy.”
Sunny laughed, still blushing, his dark eyes shining in the moonlight streaming through the window behind Grant.
He was impossibly pretty, his smile bright enough to light up the entire room in the absence of any actual sun.
Grant was kidding himself if he thought he was imagining the way he felt about Sunny. He’d even come to terms with that.
It was just that Sunny was completely out of his league, which was probably for the best. He didn’t need to be the guy screwing his PA, anyway.
Even if his PA was the best, most wonderful person he’d ever met.
“So, uh… was that all you needed?” Sunny asked.
“Oh, uh, yeah.” Grant glanced at the time. “Wow, you shoulddefinitelybe going home. When did six o’clock happen?”
“About fifteen minutes ago,” Sunny said, deadpan.
Grant laughed softly, nodding as he looked at the time again. “Yeah, I guess so. Why’re you still here?”
“I had a few things to catch up on that I didn’t want to have to face in the morning. But I’m glad I stayed.”
“I’m glad you agreed to come. That takes a load off my mind,” Grant said. “As always, I don’t know how I’d live without you.”
“You’ve managed it for the last forty-odd years,” Sunny said, standing and tucking the envelope into his inside pocket. “I’m sure you’d be okay, but I’m always happy to help.”
“See you tomorrow,” Grant called after Sunny’s retreating back, earning himself a tiny wave.
At least he didn’t have to worry about Christmas anymore.
Hedefinitelyneeded to think about dating, though.
