Page 53 of Enemy Boss

“Don’t be silly, stay and eat with us,” I say.

“Yeah stay,” Max says. “Look at all of that. There’s far too much for just the two of us.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” Harriet says and we both nod.

“It’ll be nice to get to know you better Harriet,” I say.

“Yeah, especially now that we’re going to be living together,” Max adds.

“Oh wow, congratulations both of you,” Harriet says. She pulls Max into a hug over the chair arm. “I’m so happy and pleased for you.”

I leave them to chat while I go to the kitchen area and grab three glasses for the soda and a handful of napkins. I come back to the coffee table and pour sodas for the three of us and we dig in. It’s nice getting to know Harriet. She’s funny and I can see why my brother was so taken with her that night we ran into Max and her friends in the club.

After we have eaten, Harriet takes her leave and Max and I snuggle up together again.

“You do realize you opened the door to the pizza delivery guy and Harriet in my pink robe, don’t you?” Max says.

“Yeah,” I say with a grin. “It was either that or be naked. Harriet might not have minded, but I think the pizza guy would have.”

Max giggles and shakes her head.

“You’re terrible,” she says.

“Well, it won’t be a problem after today,” I say. “Because after work tomorrow, we are coming here and packing your stuff up and moving you into my place where I will always have a suitably masculine robe to put on.”

Max stands up and holds her hand out to me. I take it and she pulls me to my feet.

“If this is going to be my last night in this bed, I think we should at least make the most of it, don’t you,” she says.

“Oh, most definitely,” I agree.

I reach out and pinch her ass cheek and she lets out a squeal and runs. I chase her into the bedroom, and we fall onto the bed laughing and kissing.

Chapter 39

Max

Isit in Cullen’s chair at his computer. He stands behind me, one hand on the back of the chair and the other one moving the mouse. He clicks around and opens the email from Bill Bryson.

“Do you want to read it?” he asks.

I shake my head. I want to see the attachment. If there is going to be any clues about who wanted to split me and Cullen up and also potentially cost him a client, they will be in the email I supposedly sent.

Cullen clicks the attachment and confirms he wants to open it. The attachment opens and fills the screen.

“Wrong one,” Cullen says, moving the mouse towards the red x.

“Wait,” I say. He stops moving the mouse. “Cullen, what’s this?”

“I opened the wrong attachment,” he says. “Instead of the copy of the email you wanted to see, this is a copy of the attachment sent with the original email.”

I don’t reply as I stare at the document in front of me.

“But …” I start and then stop again.

Cullen laughs and I feel his breath on my ear as he moves in and quickly pecks my cheek.

“You’ve only been gone a day Max. Surely you recognize your own notes,” he says.

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