Page 64 of My Favorite Boss

I pulled her close and slid my hand into her pocket, holding up the small envelope. “Liar.”

“Give it back! I decided it wasn’t appropriate.”

Holding it aloft, I moved back to my side of the desk, sitting down. “And as I said, we excel at inappropriate.”

I opened the card, staring at the words.

Roses are red,

Your dick was too,

Sorry about the condom,

And your balls turning blue.

I read them once. Twice. Looked up at her. Back at the card.

She shrugged. “It seemed fitting.”

Laughing, I reached over, pulling her close. I kissed her, still laughing.

“Oh, Myers. Thank God I hired you.”

Every time I looked at the card, I started to laugh. When Sam called to check in, I read it to him, and his laughter was long and loud.

“I need to meet this girl.”

“Soon. We’re still navigating this—it’s pretty new.”

“Your mother will hate her.”

“That’s an added bonus. She’ll stay away.”

“Dinner soon, okay?”

“Sure,” I agreed easily and hung up.

I kept my eye on Myers. She was still off. Very formal and somewhat skittish. I wasn’t sure how else to say sorry. To let her know how much I regretted my harsh tone and words.

At lunch, she brought my sandwich in with a fresh cup of coffee, sliding the tray onto my desk with a plate of the fruit. She’d included a few of the chocolate-dipped pieces as well.

“Grab your lunch and join me,” I urged.

“Um…”

“Bring in your notebook. I have some items I need you to look after. We’ll call it a working lunch.”

“All right.”

When she returned, I had moved the tray to the sofa, and I patted the cushion beside me.

“Join me.”

She did, and I picked up my sandwich, biting and chewing. “Great turkey.”

She hummed, nibbling on her own sandwich.

“Do you make these pickles?” I asked, curious.