Page 22 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

Kaleigh’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wow. He’s hot. Where’s he taking you?”

Cora tucks away her phone. “I think we’re going to some restaurant that just opened downtown. He wants me to come to his show. You should come with me. The lead singer is single.”

Kaleigh wiggles her eyebrows. “Single and hopefully not looking for commitment. The last thing I need while building my career is a man to tie me down.”

Cora laughs and crosses one long leg over the other. “I’m not into dating anyone either, but I don’t know. I guess it could be fun to have somebody around from time to time. Work is busy, and it keeps me occupied, but I don’t mind a distraction right now, you know?”

My blood boils as I pull away from the bookshelf and walk back to my desk.

A friend or not, I don’t like the idea of her hanging out with another guy.

There is no way that my wife is going to go out on a date and humiliate me. It’s not happening.

I don’t care what I have to do to stop the date from happening. Cora is not going out with another man.

My stomach growls as the scent of steak and chimichurri tacos wafts through the office.

Cora strides in with my lunch in her hand and sets the food down without a word on the coffee table on the other side of my office.

I get up and head over, opening the box and looking down at the tacos I’ve been craving all day.

My eyebrows pinch together when I open the box to see chicken enchiladas. “Cora, you didn’t bring the right food.”

The corner of her mouth twitches, and amusement flashes in her eyes. “It must have been my mistake. Maybe you should have gone to the staff lunch and got your own food instead of pulling me away from my lunch break.”

I step closer to her, invading her personal space. Her chin juts out, and she glares up at me.

Cora doesn’t waver as I glare. Instead, she stands taller and takes a step closer.

It’s clear that she’s not the girl I used to intimidate anymore.

All that’s running through my mind now is how the taste of her soft, plump lips lingered on mine, a bittersweet reminder of the moment we shared that night.

The closer I get to her, the more my heart races with a burning desire.

When we’re this close, can she feel how fast my heart is racing?

Is she thinking about how easy it would be to kiss right now?

The scent of her perfume wraps around me, making me feel like an addict wanting more.

I’m beginning to embrace the idea that she’s legally bound to me… that she may not want me yet, but she’s already mine.

I’m not afraid to admit I want her, even if it’s the worst idea ever.

I’ve never been able to commit to a relationship, and Cora is far too good for the likes of me in that sense, and it’s a fact I’m deeply aware of. If I start something and end up hurting her…

I sigh and take a step back. “Cora, do you know what a personal assistant does?”

She arches her eyebrow, looking ready to lunge at me.

I would be okay with that if it meant pinning her up against a wall and kissing her until she forgot her own name.

“Griffin, if you keep talking down to me, I swear I’ll put soy sauce in your coffee Monday morning.”

I shudder at the mention of her tainting my coffee.

I remember once when I was in high school, she had put soy sauce in my coffee—a lot of it. I didn’t know until I went to school and chugged half of it.

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