Page 33 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

Taking a deep breath, I realize I need to tackle this sooner rather than later. I can’t keep going in circles, wondering when things will change.

Clearing my throat, I turn back to him and plant my hands on my hips. “What is this, Griff? What are we doing?”

“What do you want it to be?” His gaze penetrates deep into my soul, and his voice is unwavering.

“I spent so long thinking that you hated me. I thought we'd be civil at best, but then you completely changed the game.”

Griffin gets up and walks toward me. His hands twitch at his sides like he’s holding himself back from reaching out. “I told you I don’t hate you, Cora. We went over that.”

“Then how do you really feel about me? We both run hot and cold with each other, Griff, and I just want it to stop. I’m confused. I want to know where we stand so I can figure out what to do with the rest of the pieces of my life.”

Griffin stuffs his hands into his pockets. “I don’t hate you. And I don’t want a divorce either.”

“But… we shouldn’t even be married, to begin with. We were drunk, and we made a mistake.”

He shrugs one shoulder. “I don’t think it’s the worst thing. We can stay married, and no one could say anything that could get us in trouble if we’re dating.”

“Wait… You want to go on a date with me?”

My pulse races, my heart threatening to slam its way out of my ribcage. For a moment, I worry that he can hear how loud my heart is beating.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach as the walls start to close in around me. The room is too warm for my liking, and everything in me insists that I make a run for the door.

I can’t, though. I need to figure out where things are headed between Griffin and me.

I need to know if he wants the same things I think I want.

He shakes his head, and my heart sinks. “No, Cora,” he continues. “I don’t want to go on just one date with you.”

The butterflies die, and the room goes cold. I nod, my body numb as I turn for the door. “Well, that answers that. I guess I should get back to work.”

A warm hand closes around my wrist and tugs me back before I can take too many steps away. “I want many dates with you. I want to take you on as many dates as it takes to have you fall for me like I’m falling for you.”

“Griff…” I swallow hard, trying to banish the lump in my throat. My heart picks up speed, racing like a runaway train. “Are you serious?”

“I am.” He drops my wrist and sucks in a sharp breath. There is hesitation in his eyes as his gaze remains locked on mine. “When you came to work for me, I was attracted to you. How could I not be? But then I started getting to know the person you’ve become, and I’d hate myself for not at least trying to make you fall for me.”

“And what if it doesn’t work between us?”

I don’t know if I can do this again. One of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made was letting the wrong man in and giving him the power to hurt me.

Although, there is a little voice in the back of my mind that tells me things could be different with Griffin.

I don’t think he would hurt me the way that others have. The way that Victor did.

Griffin steps toward me, his fingers tracing my jaw before his hand falls away. “I guess hurting each other is just a risk that we’re going to have to take if we want to be together.”

He glances at the office door, making sure that nobody is watching us. The others must be in their offices, as nobody stands in the hallway.

If we’re going to do this, we’ll have to be careful not to get caught at work.

Even though no policies are preventing us from being together, it would cause a scandal within the company.

I could still lose my job, and Griffin and his family's reputation would be at risk.

I roll my bottom lip into my mouth before exhaling. “When do you want to go out?”

A slow smile spreads across his face. “Tomorrow.”

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