Page 28 of Our Little Cliche
My reproachful glare cuts her off before she says it.That wasn’t even trying, Holly.“Fine,” she mutters, correcting herself. Much better.
“Don’t judge my driving, okay? I hate it, but this calls for an emergency trip.”
“Didn’t you go for a drive earlier?”
Yes, but that was a necessity as I had to drip off firewood to your place to keep you warm and get groceries to keep you fed. And I spent the whole time contemplating with the fuck to do with myself.
“Yes…”
“I’d offer to drive, but I don’t know my way around yet. Plus, you guys drive on the wrong side of the road.”
“So do I sometimes.” I laugh.
“What?”
“I’m kidding.”
Being vision impaired isn’t easy. I have my good days and bad days, not that I blame it for my lack of driving skills. I’ve alwayshateddriving, because I genuinely suck at it… and parking. Personally, I think driving is stupid—if you can walk there, catch transport or ride a bike, then why bother sharing the road with the other idiots that can’t drive? Plus since being an author I don’t have to go anywhere.
“I just have to wear my driving glasses,” I say, taking off my black everyday specs and put on my much thicker…idiotic looking ones.When she giggles I know the statement is true. “I look silly, don’t I?”
“No, no. I didn’t say that…”
“Are you all buckled up?”
“What, can’t you see?” She smirks.
Oh, that smart mouth.
Chapter Fourteen
HOLLY
A tear wetsmy cheek as I stare at the array of pots, pans, silverware, a small fridge which is now full of fresh food that Cyrus brought me. But he didn’t stop there; he got me a proper mattress, more blankets, and a new towel. He went overboard, but I hadn’t any power over him to say no. And besides, he seemed to rather enjoy it.
With my new cookware, I whip myself up a nice omelet for dinner, pairing it with a verysmallglass of white wine, another gift from Cyrus. Overwhelm runs through me as I contemplate the day, taking my first bite. Today has been a whirlwind of emotions. Flustered being my top one—no thanks to his charm—then self pity, shame, excitement, fear and nerves just to name a few.
There were a few moments that had me feeling like we were about to share a moment, which is far beyond what I’m like as a person because I don’t do one night stands. And I certainly don’t sleep where I work. Butholy crapif I had magical powers, I’d go back to that exact moment he had me pinned against the kitchen bench, where we shared the same breath, the both of us struggling to not devour each other’s tongues.
So many inappropriate intimate moments, for a boss and employee. And that’s justoneday. I’m so glad I didn’t stay there. I don’t know if I could. Actually, I don’t know if I should even work for him. He’s too…
Too—
Cyrus Stone aka Sexy Boss:
Goodnight, sleep well. Big day tomorrow.
Yeah, that.
Too sexy.
Dammit, why do I have to have a sexy boss?
Me:
What’s tomorrow?
Cyrus Stone aka Sexy Boss:
