Page 63 of My Favorite Boss

“He thinks you’re good for me. Aside from the kill-me-with-a-condom thing.”

Her eyes widened. “You could have died?” Her voice rose as she spoke, her horror evident.

“Sorry, I was teasing. Some people have severe reactions.”

She gaped at me. “I saw your dick. That looked pretty severe.”

Simply hearing her say dick made mine twitch. I ignored it—I wasn’t ready for that yet. But hopefully soon.

“It was bad, but it’s all fine. I am fine.” I waited. “Are we fine?”

“Yesterday was inappropriate.”

“We seem to excel at inappropriate,” I agreed.

“I’m not sure what we are.”

I sighed. “Neither am I. But I would like to talk to you about it. How about tonight, you come to dinner at my place? We’ll order in and talk.”

She nodded.

I indicated the edible arrangement. “Thank you for this.”

She pursed her lips. “I wasn’t sure on the proper protocol when you make someone’s dick swell up that way or their balls turn that shade of purple. I already make you sandwiches. Flowers seemed too girly. Fruit felt like the way to go.”

I began to chuckle. “Good plan, Magnolia.”

She stood. “I’ll go back to my desk now.”

I rose out of my chair, going to the front of the desk. I leaned against the wood and trailed my fingers down her cheek. “Everything is okay, you know that?”

“Yes.”

“I’m fine.”

“Good.”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

“Put the fruit in the fridge, and we’ll have some after lunch, okay? I have meetings all day.”

“I know,” she replied with a roll of her eyes. “I take care of your schedule.”

I leaned close and brushed my lips on hers. “You take good care of it.”

I felt the tremble of her mouth, and I kissed her again. “Everything is good, Myers,” I whispered. “As long as you’re okay, I’m okay.”

“I’m good.” She turned to go, but I caught her hand.

“I want my card.”

“Card?” she repeated.

“The one you took from the fruit.”

“Oh, it was just the bill.”