Page 43 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

“It looks like a flour bomb went off in here. Is everything alright?” She asks, chuckling.

I round the island to kiss her quickly before going over to the fridge and pulling out the milk. “Well, it was going to be breakfast in bed, but since you’re up, how does breakfast by the pool sound?”

“Like this isn’t real life.” Cora leans forward, resting her forearms on the counter. “Thank you.”

“You’ve had a rough week.” I mix the batter as the frying pan preheats on the stove.

Her week started with a call from her ex, and it went downhill from there. If it hasn’t been one thing at work, it’s been another.

She’s spent more time rushing between departments and trying to get in contact with clients than she has spent doing anything else. I know she’s been working hard.

Cora smiles and switches a few pecans from the other bowl. “It’s been so busy. This weekend’s been amazing, though. I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow.”

“I don’t blame you; your boss is a real hard ass.”

Cora laughs and pops the pecans into her mouth. “Yeah, you’re right about that. He makes my life hard sometimes. Just this week, he decided that trying to flirt with me in a meeting was a good idea.”

I chuckle as I pour some batter into the pan, swirling the pan to make the crepe as thin as possible. “Can you even blame him when his gorgeous wife sits beside him?”

Cora rolls her eyes, but her smile is wide. “You’re too funny. You know that, right?”

“I could be worse. I could send you flowers at work. How do two dozen roses sound?”

“Nice, but I prefer dahlias.” Cora gets up and stretches. “But no. Don’t send me flowers at the office. Kaleigh would want to know everything. It’s bad enough having Sophie hound me about everything going on in my life.”

Her words aren’t meant to hurt, but I would be lying if I said there wasn’t a tiny sting.

Even though our relationship can’t be public, I still want to spoil her.

I’ve never had a woman tell me not to send her flowers before.

Cora sits back down and pulls one knee to her chest, the other leg dangling off the stool. “What do you want to do for the rest of the day?”

“Anything you want. I have the entire day clear.”

Cora taps her finger to her full lips. “Now, what could we do to drive you insane? We could go shopping, and you could carry all my bags.”

I shrug, flip the crepe onto a plate, and pour another. “If you want me to carry frilly pink bags, I’ll happily do that for you.”

She shifts in her seat, drumming her fingers on the counter.

Cora eyes me for a moment before letting go of her leg. “You really would do that, wouldn’t you?”

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s just carrying a couple of bags.” I flip another crepe onto the plate.

The stack of crepes grows higher as Cora snacks on the pecans and scrolls through her work emails. “You know, if Jones doesn’t get his shit together, he may be the person you have to let go.” She blurts.

“What are you talking about?”

“I double-checked the numbers he presented on Monday because things weren't quite lining up when I went back over my meeting notes. Some of the numbers were off based on what I knew was being worked on.”

My forehead creases as I pour the remaining batter into the pan. “Oh?”

“He’s tampering with some of the reports. I don’t know why he’d be doing that, but when I checked several cases he’d allegedly billed for, there were no records of them.”

Jones is one of the people I suspected my father planted in the company to keep an eye on me.

If he is falsifying reports, Dad must be testing me. He wants to see if I can catch mistakes and get rid of someone who will only jeopardize the company.

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