Page 42 of Rich and Bossy

“Hang on a second.” He picks up a napkin, motioning toward my face. “May I?”

Well, now I want to die of embarrassment. “Great. Am I wearing gravy?”

“You make it look good.” He laughs lightly, then leans in, dabbing the corner of my mouth.

He’s way too close. Like way too close. All of a sudden, I have to remind myself to breathe.

Our eyes lock, and I need to look away or else risk throwing myself at him. This is way too dangerous. He makes me want to forget everything else in this world, all this history between us from the last week. My palms are sweaty and my knees tremble just slightly by the time he leans back, giving me some space again.

And the craziest part of all is, I don’t want him to lean away. I want to grab his idiotic neck and yank his mouth onto mine.

It’s almost a shame when the game is over, though we didn’t pay very much attention to it the second half. At least we won, meaning there’s a lot of cheering and high-fiving from the fans as they start filing out of the stadium.

I turn to Paxton, exhilarated and disappointed all at once. “Not a bad day of work. You should bring other employees to do this.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He checks the time, frowning. “Looks like you’re still on the clock. Which means I have to keep you busy.”

There goes my heart, taking off like a jackrabbit and thumping against my ribs again. “What do you have in mind?”Dangerous question, you idiot. Did you just try to sound sexy when you asked it too?

He looks over like he hasn’t thought this far ahead, then his eyes light up a little. “What about a tour?”

“Wait, huh? You can do that?”

He snickers. “For what we give this team, we can do whatever the hell we want.”

He notices the way my nose wrinkles in distaste.

Yeah, I’m sure we spend millions on this, but people can’t have extra maternity leave.

“Yep, tour it is.” He grabs me by the hand and leads me out into a hallway.

It’s amazing how he knows exactly when to change the subject when I’m about to start hating him again.

It’s kind of cute though, the childlike glee on his face while he shows me around the press box and the locker room area. He’s not flashing his money and influence to impress me. He’s not showing off. It’s more like he knows how big of a fan I am and will know how cool I think everything is.

He’s full of all kinds of trivia about the stadium, like he’s talked to the workers here, heard all their stories.

Maybe he should listen to his own people the way he does here.

No wonder the twins love wrestling and tussling with him. At heart, he’s one of them. A little boy trapped in a man’s body.

Yep, it’s definitely a man’s body.

And he saved the best for last. “Come on.” He tugs my hand when I plant my feet, too stunned to move.

“We can’t do this!” My eyes just about fall out of my head when I stare out through the tunnel, toward the now empty field. There are a few fans being ushered out, and then some workers picking up trash in the stands.

“Sure we can.” He finally pulls hard enough to move me, and I trot along beside him until we step out onto the sidelines.

“You’re going to get us in trouble. They don’t just let anyone hang out on the field whenever they want.”

“I’m like Billy Heywood around here. We won’t get hassled by security, I promise.”

“Was that aLittle Big Leaguereference?” I stare at him, eyes wide open.

“Wow, you caught that?”

“I love that movie. Everyone has seen it here, because it’s about the Twins.”

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