Page 108 of You're the Boss

He coughed. “Theo? Since when did you call him Theo?”

Shit.

Double shit.

No.

Triple shit.

“Well, we’re cohabitating right now,” I said quickly. “It’s awkward to call him sir or Mr Black when we aren’t working, don’t you think?”

“Oh. Of course. I didn’t think of that.”

Thank God he was denser than brick. “Well, the party?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. Mum has been bugging me about it, so I was actually going to call you. Are you going to drive down?”

“No, I’ll probably drive to the nearest airport and fly down,” I replied. “Don’t say anything to Aunt Fizz for now. I’ll call her when I know for sure.”

“All right. How are things going, anyway? Are you two getting along?”

Memories of the past twenty-four hours flashed through my mind.

Theo fingering me in the kitchen.

Theo licking my clit in his bedroom.

Theo leaving a hickey on my boob while I rode his cock.

Yup.

‘Getting along’ was one way of putting it.

“Yes,” I replied, my cheeks burning hot.

“He’s not as bad as you thought, huh?”

Something like that. “By the way, what are you doing in the office on a Saturday afternoon?”

“Cleaning up an intern’s mess. Why are you calling the office and not my phone?”

“Habit.” I smiled. “I have to go. I’ll text you later when I know for sure about the weekend.”

“All right.” Papers shuffled at his end. “Hey, Chlo?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re really getting on fine, aren’t you? I know how you felt about him before you left. You’re not just coming home to escape him, are you?”

My smile widened, and I dipped my chin.

Oh, Harvey.

He knew me so well.

“No. I promised I’d try to come back for the party, and that’s what I’m trying to do. Everything’s fine, I swear.”

“Mm. Okay.” He didn’t sound entirely convinced. “I’ll talk to you later, then.”

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