Page 31 of The Guy Who Became My Grumpy Boss

Danger Zone didn’t let up.

Peter:Would she be willing to join us? The more opinions we get the better.

I narrowed my eyes at my phone. So it wasn’t a date, but an experiment for work? Did I want to play? Or run?

Did I want to spend several hours outside of the office with the man I’d been crushing on since I’d met him and had recently found out had a problem with any woman who wasn’t the size of a supermodel?

Actually, I kind of did. And I bet Brooke would be willing to accompany me.

Jessica:She might.

Peter:I’ll send you the information. Will you please let me know by three this afternoon?

It seemed Danger Zone had been prepared for this conversation, because another message with a link immediately appeared.

I bit my lip to hold back a laugh. He’d chosen a place called The Catastrophe Course.

Hopefully Brooke didn’t mind a mini golf course with the theme of movies in which New York was attacked or destroyed.

Chapter 10

-Peter-

I spent the afternoon in back-to-back meetings, avoiding my lovely—and likely still furious—assistant. Although she had agreed to go mini golfing with me, which had filled me with equal parts excitement and dread. I was grateful she was bringing a friend, because I wasn’t sure how to act in this situation.

After an exhausting day, only made worse by the sweet tang of anticipation of seeing Jessica outside of work, in a feat of true heroism, I bolted from the office while Jessica was in the bathroom.

I was willing to fully embrace my cowardice.

Only, I had to meet Jessica at six.

I’d missed the train and had to wait, which had put me a few minutes behind.

As I stared up at the non-descript brick building that housed the golf course, I wondered if I was ready for this. New York traffic I could handle, but could I handle a conversation with a woman I admired?

Not many buildings in the city housed just a single business, and this one was no different. An advertising company occupied the bottom floor, and according to the sign, the upper floors housed a tech start up. Levels two and three were the golf course.

I opted to take the stairs, knowing I had plenty of physicalenergy to spare today, and came out next to the entrance of The Catastrophe Course.

The entire wall before me, including the door, had been covered from floor to ceiling in customized movie posters of disaster films with the addition of a golf green and hole somewhere impossible to get to in the pictures.

King Kong’s was on the top of the Empire State Building, using the spire as the flag, while Godzilla’s was right at the monster’s feet.

A familiar scent hung in the air, and a shiver went through me. I didn’t have to turn to know that Jessica was already here.

“Hey.”

I looked around and discovered Jessica sitting on a red velvet couch tucked in a corner.

Alone.

She stood. Dark curls spilled over her shoulders, and whatever she’d done to her eye makeup was going to be very distracting. She’d found the time to change from her normal work attire into a pair of wide-legged jeans and a dark green sweater that plunged much lower than I was used to her wearing.

I ordered my eyes up to hers and almost stepped back when her irritated gaze drilled into mine.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

Jessica scowled. “Brooke had to cancel. I hope you didn’t already buy tickets.”

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