Page 19 of Tangling with the Boss

We crash together in a blur of half-shed clothes and fevered kisses. The curve of Hazel’s stomach presses against my front, and my heart pangs in my chest.

Sheismine. Hazel’s mine, and I’m hers, and this baby will swell our family to three members. I can’t wait.

“Let me show you what you do to me,” I say, notching at her entrance. “Let me prove it.”

And my perfect wife takes me inside with a sigh.

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Teaser: Grump Gone Wild

My boss pops the question on a rainy Thursday after lunch.

Notthequestion, obviously. That would be too perfect, too dreamlike—and pretty weird, since for all the years I’ve worked for him, despite my ginormous crush, Sebastian Bamford has only ever seen me as his zany assistant.

No, the beautiful genius summons me into his top floor office with a few curt words through the intercom, then waits behind his huge desk, jaw clenched.

“Felicity.”

Despite my nudging, he’s only ever called me Fliss twice in our whole acquaintance. Once at the company holiday party two years ago, when he greeted me solemnly by the pop up bar. I remember it vividly, not just because of the name thing, but because he wore a black knitted sweater instead of his usual suit, and his cheeks were pink from walking down the frosty street.Swoon.

The second time was when I had three days off work with a stomach flu. Sebastian called me at home on the third day, to ‘check whether I needed anything’. Really, I think he suspected I was playing hooky.

Um, as if.

Not because I care so much about emails and appointments and refilling the water cooler cups, to be clear. But to willingly lose a day with Sebastian Bamford? The sexy, bossy nerd of my dreams? Are you crazy?

“I have a strange request.” He’s staring out of the huge windows. Raindrops patter against the glass, then streak down and blur the city skyline. Downtown looks like one giant smudge.

“Okay. What is it, sir?”

His mouth flattens, and he keeps scowling outside. I wait, shifting from foot to foot, but… nothing.

Alrighty.

I’m used to my boss’s moods, so I distract myself with mental notes. Like: that potted plant in the corner needs water. And Sebastian has that video conference at two, the one with the German team. Should I double-check the translator? Wait, I did that already. But should I triple-check?

“It’s not work-related,” he says.

I bite the inside of my cheek, suddenly laser-focused. The air hums through the AC. “I’m very discreet, sir. You can trust me.”

Trust me… Confide in me… Maybe love me back one day…

Are you listening, universe? Just putting it out there.

“It’s delicate,” Sebastian says.

He’s killing me here. “I’m sure I can handle it.”

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