Page 353 of Savage Bosses

“You mean that?”

“I truly do.”

We stared at each other when I decided to break the silence. “We better go.”

“Right, since we have a long drive to the venue.”

I nodded as I waited for Remy to leave, so I could lock up. It was going to be an awkward drive there but, hopefully, we would be able to let go of the anxiety we may have towards each other.

Once we got into Remy’s Mercedes, I looked out the window while he started up the ignition. He glanced at me before staring at the road.

“You know, we can actually have a conversation during the ride.”

“I guess I’m kind of nervous to talk.”

“We have been speaking to each other lately, so it’s not like we’re still at each other’s throats anymore.”

He was right about that. The past few days had been an amazing growth between us. We were having conversations together and helping each other with work. Remy was getting the hang of the literary industry as he’d been overseeing my editing for Stacy’s book. We were working together now, which had improved our work dynamic and had even elevated Oxford’s work environment. We were on the right track, which was something the both of us were striving for.

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is. We’re having civil conversations now, so that’s progress.”

“It’s most certainly is.”

I looked out the window again, as Remy continued driving. When we stopped at a red light, he started talking again.

“I read some of your story. It’s pretty good, by the way.”

I glanced at him, as he smiled. “Really?”

“Really. It’s very good. I’m just on the third chapter and you already have me hooked. But why you haven’t thought about publishing your own book?”

I shrugged. “I haven’t thought that far with getting it published. I’m barely writing.”

“But you should. You’re talented, Porsha, so you should let that part of you shine.”

I smiled at the notion. I may have thought about it a time or two, but that didn’t mean I wanted to do it. Maybe I didn’t have the motivation or was afraid to do it, but maybe that would be something that I’d consider.

“What made you decide to go into the literary industry?”

Remy quickly glanced at me before looking back on the road. “I gave you my reason.”

“Which I didn’t buy. Remember, I used to know your every move, so what was the real reason?”

Remy laughed. “Aren’t you Miss Nosy?”

“Like I said, I used to know your every move.”

“Do you think you know me now?”

I slightly shrugged. “It has been a minute since we were together.”

“I think that theory can be tested again since we’ve been around each other more.”

“Maybe so.”

Remy glanced at my thighs, which were a bit exposed since my dress rose a little, but I didn’t mind how he was looking. In fact, it was turning me on.

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