Page 28 of Boss Me Not

Izzy: The picture of you two at dinner.

Izzy: Crap. I forgot you don’t do social media.

Izzy: Here… *Picture of Wyatt sitting next to me whispering in my ear*

What the picturedidn’t show was his hand between my legs.

Izzy:You guys are adorable. How’d you meet and why didn’t you tell me?

Me: He’s my boss

I sighedwhen her name flashed across my screen, swiping to answer and bringing the phone to my ear.

“What the hell, Angie? Wyatt Reed is your boss? The owner of that hotel?”

“Yes. Now explain why someone took a picture of us and why you think he’s famous.”

I mean yeah, he was rich, but as far as my Google search went, he didn’t seem famous for anything.

“He dated that blond actress you like. What was her name… Kelly? Kylie? Kennedy? Anyway, after that, he became super popular on social media. And when they broke up, he became Instagram famous as Boston’s most eligible bachelor.”

My head whipped up as Wyatt stepped into the doorway, his gaze immediately seeking me out.

“Izzy, gotta go. Call you later.”

I hung up and stared at Wyatt.

“What’s wrong?” He closed the distance, and I continued to stare up at him.

“Nothing.” My voice squeaked, and I cleared my throat, refusing to glance down at my phone. But I lost that battle.

His gaze followed mine, landing on the picture of us.

“Oh.” He looked up with raised brows. “Please tell me you didn’t read the comments.”

“No.” I narrowed my eyes. “But since you’re the second person who’s said that, I think I should.”

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t. Some people have nothing better to do than dump on other people’s lives.”

“They’re all probably wondering why you’re out to dinner with someone like me when you could be dating a model or actress or something.”

He stepped forward and grabbed my waist, pulling me toward him. “I don’t care what they think. I don’t want anyone but you. But a lot of the comments are attacking the playboy lifestyle they’re used to seeing. Just so you’re prepared.”

I sagged against him, letting him wrap his arms around me and bring me flush against him.

“This looks great.”

“Huh?”

“The lunch spread.” He examined the room. “It looks good, and the flowers are a nice touch.”

“Oh.” I stepped back, pride rising in my chest as I surveyed the space. It really had come together nicely. “I didn’t really have anything to go off. Hope it’s close to what your grandmother has done in years past.”

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pressed his lips to my temple. “I think she’d be proud, and everyone will love it.”

My stomach flipped. No one would believe Wyatt Reed was capable of this type of tenderness.

“Dinner tonight? Like in the suite. I want to cook for you.”

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