Page 105 of The Guy Who Became My Grumpy Boss

“It’s not a problem for me.” Jessica turned to look up at me. “Although if it might be an issue, Amelia did offer me a job as her assistant.”

I frowned, and the first level of panic set in. This is something I hadn’t considered. “She did?” Romance aside, Jessica was the best assistant I’d ever had, and losing her would be detrimental for many, many reasons.

“At the party.” Jessica patted my chest. “Don’t worry, I thought we’d talk about it before I made a decision. But not tonight.” Jessica looked at Fauna. “Tonight we’re here to hang out with friends and have fun.”

Fauna smiled. Jessica’s words seemed to put her at ease.

The two women gravitated toward each other, leaving Tyrell and me standing together.

Tyrell grinned at me. “You’re a lucky man.”

“Am I?” I asked.

He nodded. “She seems to get you.”

I watched the ladies go through the doors and into the theater. Jessica glanced over her shoulder and flashed me a smile. If I had to guess, she’d given me a minute alone with Tyrell on purpose. “I think she does.”

“She’s a keeper,” Tyrell said.

“She is,” I agreed as I walked after the woman I loved.

Epilogue

-Jessica-

It had been seven months since the now infamous mini golf company retreat, and life was good.

Amelia was infinitely easier to work for than Peter—mostly because Peter was infinitely distracting—and I’d learned a lot from her. She’d heard about the Curvy Girl Crew’s new plan and had asked to be a backer. Between helping people via the Curvy Girl Crew, spending my evenings with Peter, and working full time, I was busier than ever, but I was happy.

Brooke’s wedding had gone off without a hitch, and Nanette and David were proud parents of a one-month-old baby girl who had more curly brown hair than anyone had ever seen on an infant. We all got daily updates, and I’d learned more about formula versus breastfeeding than I ever wanted to know.

True to his threat, William had been flying us all over the country, and this weekend was the first in months that Peter and I were going to have to ourselves.

It had taken me some time to get used to the fact that doing anything for the first time would be torture for Peter. It didn’t matter if we watched YouTube videos about it or if I had personal experience with it, Peter would always struggle.

To his credit, he’d become much better at being open to new experiences. It helped that his Aunt Mei and Uncle Harold liked to hang out with us, and they made anything fun.

This weekend Peter and I were alone. We had no plans. No obligations. Nothing.

Of course, this meant that Peter had booked time in Mrs. Santos’ flower shop, which I was fine with. He came back a much happier man after he spent time there, and I liked him to be happy.

I was lounging on my couch, dressed in sweats and a hoodie, watching an action film, when he knocked on my door.

I checked the time. I’d worked this out so the movie would be finished before he got here.

He was early.

Peter rarely deviated from his schedule. I wondered if something was wrong but figured I’d learn that in a moment, so I paused my show, got up, and went to the door.

Even after kissing the guy for more than half a year, he took my breath away every time I saw him. He was looking down at his phone when I opened the door. I was surprised to see he was also dressed casually. He looked up, and I studied his face, which led me to his eyes, which were fixated on me.

“I’m early,” he said.

“You are.” I smiled and grabbed him by the front of the shirt.

He knew this game and allowed me to drag him down to my height so we could kiss.

My friends said if kissing got old, then you were doing it wrong. So far, Peter and I were still doing it right. He put his arms around me, and we backed into my apartment. He shut the door behind him and proceeded to greet me in a way that left me no doubt how he felt about me and that he’d missed me.

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