Page 32 of Dear Grumpy Boss

Weston disappeared into the rain, and it was times like this it was easy to forget he was the CEO of a very successful company.

A large black SUV pulled up to the curb. Elliot had a wry expression. My brother wasn’t nearly as environmentally minded as Weston and had no qualms about being driven around in a big gas guzzler. He and Luca both hugged me again before climbing in the back of the SUV.

A minute later, Weston pulled up. I was prepared to run out to him, hoping not to get too drenched, but he hopped out of the Tesla and strode across the sidewalk, holding a large umbrella.Hewas drenched, but he made it look good. His shaggy hair was dripping wet, like he’d gotten extra sweaty doing things. Most likely sexy things. And the way his shirt was plastered to his chest was obscene. Every square, taut muscle was on display, small, tight nipples stabbing at the fabric.

Reaching me, he gathered me under his arm, ensuring all of me was beneath the umbrella and walked me to his car. I managed to climb in without getting a drop of rain on me.

What a gentleman.

I twisted in my seat as Weston pulled out into traffic.

“We live in the same building?”

“Mmmhmm. I’m in the penthouse.”

“Naturally.”

His mouth quirked. “I suggested the building to Elliot.”

“Good suggestion. Did you also have the rent magically decreased? Saoirse and I are paying well below the market value.”

He shrugged then completely dodged the question. “Why were you and Miles in the stairwell yesterday?”

Sighing, I sat back in my seat. “I thought he was the one leaving the Post-its, so I was speaking to him about it.”

His head jerked. His hands tightened slightly on the wheel. “Why would you think it was him?”

I was unwilling to delve into my high school trauma. If he didn’t know how Miles had treated me, I wasn’t going to be the one to break it to him. Not that he would have cared. What was done was done.

“It seemed like a prank. Miles is known for doing that type of thing.” I stacked my hands in my lap. “How did he know the nickname you used to call me?”

“Hmmm?” His brow dropped. “Ellie? I don’t know. Back then, Elliot and you were kind of my whole life outside of school. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’d picked up on it when I was prattling on about you.”

“Oh.” I slumped, somewhat lost for words. Of course, to anyone with eyes, it was obvious Weston and Elliot were joined at the hip and had been since elementary school, but I never would have guessed he’d include me as part of hiswhole life.

“Why was he hugging you?”

I turned sharply toward him. “What? How do you know that?”

He grumbled, tapping his thumbs on the wheel. He didn’t seem keen to answer me, which meant I wasn’t answering him either.

“You’re really not going to answer me?”

Since he chose to stay quiet, I did as well. But while I was silent, I chewed on the possibilities. There was really only one that made sense, but I couldn’t imagine why Weston would go out of the way to watch the security feeds.

He pulled his car into the underground parking below our building. I couldn’t quite figure out the door, but that was fine since he pressed the screen in the console, opening it for me.

Weston plugged the car in to charge then we headed to the elevator.

“The penthouse?” I pursed my lips.

“Where else?” His eyes danced over me. “Do you like your apartment?”

I nodded. “I do, though I’m suspicious about the rent.”

“Just accept your luck. Don’t question it.”

“Do you know anything about the flowers I’ve been receiving every week?”

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