Page 14 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Oh lord, I can’t believe I just said that. Maybe I’ve had too much to drink too.

But she doesn’t seem to be offended. Instead, she says, “I’m sure glad you said that because I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

With one hand, she reaches down and undoes the button on her jeans.

Sighing in relief, she says, “Sorry. I haven’t worn these jeans in forever, and they’re a little small. After dinner, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.”

“Don’t feel like you have to explain yourself. You should be comfortable.”

We walk a little further down the beach, and I can’t help but notice how beautiful she looks in the moonlight. I feel like such a jerk that I’ve never really noticed before. Romy has always just been my assistant—my mousy assistant who isn’t afraid to give me her input or call me on my bullshit when needed.

And here I am, making the same mistakes I always have. I’m not appreciating a good woman who is right in front of me. It might be in a different way than it was with Jane, but the principle remains the same.

But no more. From here on out, I will make sure I don’t take Romy for granted any longer.

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