Page 19 of Falling for the Boss's Son

Brie’s brow furrowed. “Why? Because his dad’s your boss?”

“Exactly. This is a disaster. Or, at the very least, a potential disaster.” Cassie threw herself on her bed and covered her face with her hands.

“You don’t know that. Maybe it’ll work out.”

Cassie peeked through her fingers and gave her friend a skeptical look.

Brie kicked her shoes off and climbed onto the bed next to Cassie. “I know you’ve had some…bad luck in the relationship department, but there are good guys out there. Maybe Jesse’s the one.”

“And what if he’s not, Brie? What if I continue seeing him and things go bad like they always do? At best, I have to face his dad every day. At worst, I’m out of a job.”

“You can’t be so negative.”

Cassie looked at her friend in disbelief.

“I know it’s a risk, but there are always risks in life. Sometimes you have to take a chance. The question is, is Jesse worth the risk?”

That was the million-dollar question.

Four days later, Cassie still didn’t have the answer. She’d tossed and turned in her bed Friday night, too anxious to sleep. When the sun began streaming through her bedroom window, she gave up the pretense of sleeping and headed into the bathroom to shower.

Three hours later, she was in the kitchen sipping coffee and eating a Poptart when Brie padded out of her room. Her friend had been out with Kaden the night before and hadn’t gotten home until almost one in the morning.

Brie took one look at Cassie dressed in her jeans and favorite forest green top and smiled. “What time’s Jesse supposed to pick you up again?”

“Nine.”

Walking over to the coffee machine, Brie popped a pod into the contraption and pressed start. “Have you heard from him since he sent the flowers?”

“No.” And for some reason, that disappointed her. She’d wanted to thank him for the flowers, but she’d quickly realized she didn’t have his number. Sure, she could get it. Human resources would have it on file, or she could ask Mr. Masters, but neither of those options felt right.

The machine finished brewing Brie’s coffee and she topped the mug off with a healthy amount of milk. “I’d ask why you didn’t call him, but I already know the answer.”

At eight fifty-six, there was a knock on their door. Butterflies began churning in Cassie’s stomach as she got up to answer it.

Jesse stood in the hallway dressed in dark blue jeans and a bluish-gray button-down shirt. The top few buttons were undone, and she could see a hint of his chest hair beneath. He looked better than she remembered.

His blue eyes drank her in, and she swayed toward him, her body wanting him to touch her again.

They were still staring at each other when Cassie felt Brie come up behind her. “Morning, Jesse.”

He tore his gaze from Cassie to glance at Brie. “Morning.”

“Did you want to come in?” Brie asked.

“Thanks for the offer, but we should be on our way.”

“Oh. Well, maybe next time.” Then Brie handed Cassie the purse she’d left on the kitchen table and hurried her out the door. “Have fun, you two.”

The door closed behind them, and Jesse chuckled.

Cassie grimaced. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine.” He placed a hand on her lower back as he’d done on their date Monday night and heat radiated along her spine and down to her lady parts.

She met his gaze. His eyes darkened, looking more like a stormy sea than a bright blue sky. The butterflies in her stomach began working overtime.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t be going anywhere other than to my condo.”

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