Page 94 of My Not So Wicked Boss (My Not So Wicked 3)

I leaned away from him, brows raised. “My way?”

He chuckled and tapped my nose. “Believe me, my love, from the moment I met you, I’ve wished for this.”

“Says the man who made me sign a contract stating he didn’t want to be romantically entangled with me,” I teased.

He leaned his forehead against mine. “All for your protection.”

I skimmed his lips, wishing to have more than just a taste, but since we were in public and my nosy friends sitting in front of us kept turning around and staring at us, I kept it short and sweet. “I’ll take my chances.”

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.” He sat back and draped his arm around me.

I settled against him and shook my head at my friends, who were all unabashedly gawking at us.

“Y’all are the cutest,” Shelby said from Ryder’s lap. A moment not curve fondling his wife was apparently a moment wasted, according to Ryder.

“They are too adorable for words,” Oscar agreed. He and Molly were looking around trying to soak in the atmosphere, from all the old movie memorabilia, to the wall signed by every comedian who had performed there. They were impressed by some of the names.

“Well, it’s about time,” Emma chimed in. She gave Miles a pointed look, bordering on serious and playful. “Make sure you deserve her. Jenna’s always wanted to bury a body, and my dad owns acres and acres of land.”

Her threat didn’t faze Miles. “If I do anything to hurt her, please do what you must.”

Emma nodded satisfied. “I like you.”

Jenna hustled over. She and Brad had been standing near the stage, ready to begin their emceeing duties. “Did I hear my name?” she asked.

Sawyer gave Emma a squeeze. “My wife was just informing Miles you were thinking of going into the body burying business together.”

Jenna flipped her curly brown hair. “Heck, yeah. Watch yourself, mate,” she teased Miles. She pointed her finger at me. “You should watch yourself too. Brad and I have a surprise for you lovebirds tonight.”

Molly rubbed her hands together while flashing Jenna a conspiratorial grin. “That sounds positively delightful.”

“Oh no, no, no,” I protested. I knew all about their kind of surprises and it always ended up with one of us on their stage doing anything from bad Spice Girls karaoke to kissing strangers. “Miles and I are audience members only tonight.” I snuggled in closer to his side.

Jenna faux laughed. “Famous last words. See you on stage. Love you.” She flitted off to join Brad.

“Is she having a laugh at us?” Miles asked.

I bit my lip. “Maybe. I hope. We can leave if you want.” I didn’t trust Jenna and Brad, at least not in this regard.

“Excellent idea.” Miles started to stand.

Oscar placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down. “Not so fast, mate. Believe me, I understand your motivation for privacy at the moment given the beautiful creature by your side, but it’s our last night in town and I have a feeling we will be seeing less and less of you in the future.” He leaned around Miles and reached out to take my hand. “You don’t mind, do you, lovey?”

How could I say no to that? I placed my hand in his and hoped it conveyed that not only did I not mind staying for his and Molly’s sake, but that I hoped we would all be a part of each other’s lives. I wasn’t looking to steal Miles away. Though secretly I hoped he would want to stay in America. At least for a while, or possibly until, you know, Chloe graduated from high school. Then if he wanted to whisk me away to the UK, I would probably be amenable to that. I was getting way ahead of myself. Funny how Miles had that effect on me.

“You do realize the danger you are placing Miles and me in if we stay,” I responded to Oscar lightheartedly, but meant every word. When it came to comedy, my friends took no prisoners.

Oscar patted my hand. “I have no doubt you two will rise to the occasion. Besides, lovey, our chap here,” he let go of my hand and patted Miles on the back, “did a bit of acting during our university days. He was quite smashing.”

I turned my attention toward Miles and tilted my head. “Is that so? What other hidden talents do you have?”

He leaned in and brushed his lips across my cheek. “I would be happy to show you those in private.”

Oh, holy mother. I needed to blow down my blouse.

“Now look what you’ve done,” Molly reached over Oscar and swatted Miles, “you’ve embarrassed the lass.”

Miles’s brows furrowed. “Did I embarrass you, darling?” He sounded worried.

“No, darlin’,” Shelby answered him for me. “She’s not embarrassed, she’s downright twitterpated.”

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