Page 10 of Say You Remember Me
But despite letting me make a fool of myself with my new boss, Sloan had been an absolute lifesaver this past week, watching Grant while I worked.
With her summer schedule mostly free, aside from a few drama camps here and there, she’d stepped in to help until I could find a good summer program for Grant. We were on the waitlist for one in Eden Falls, and the director had texted me on Friday, hinting at an opening. So I was crossing my fingers that Grant would get in soon.
Once that was taken care of, the only thing I’d need to do was to find a place for Grant and me to live.
“Have a good day at work,” Sloan said when I made it back downstairs. She was standing in the corner of her small kitchen, sipping her coffee by the window.
“I will,” I said, grabbing the lunch I’d packed from off the counter. “Ian should be back from that wedding he went to, so hopefully, he didn’t decide to fire me while he was away.”
Sloan chuckled, a half-smile lifting her lips behind her coffee mug. “He probably hooked up with another Norwegian model while he was away, so I’m sure things will be fine and your little blunder will be far from his mind.”
My jaw dropped at what Sloan had just said. When I could gather myself enough to give a response, I said, “I don’t know whether I should be comforted or offended by the fact that you think my kiss with my boss is so forgettable.”
“Oh, I’m sure it was a very memorable kiss.” She waved her hand. “But we’re talking about a billionaire playboy here. He’s just wired differently than you and me.”
“Well, then I guess I have nothing to worry about.”
“You’ll be fine,” Sloan said. “He would be an idiot not to keep you on.”
“Well, I appreciate your vote of confidence in that area,” I said, still slightly bugged by the idea that Ian might have gone off and hooked up with random women over the weekend.
Even though I knew I really shouldn’t care.
Since there was obviously no way him getting hung up on our stolen moment could ever go anywhere.
As I pulled my work bag over my shoulder, Sloan got a sly smile on her face. “Oh, before you go, I wanted to remind you—I’m having a few friends over tonight. Just a little backyard get-together with drinks, appetizers, and a fire.”
“Sounds fun,” I said, grabbing my keys from off the hook.
“It will be,” she said, her grin widening. “You should hang out with us. Who knows, maybe someone who’snotyour boss will be there and catch your eye.”
I rolled my eyes, slinging my purse over my shoulder. “I’m not looking for a man right now, Sloan.”
She shrugged, unfazed. “You say that now, but you just wait until Theo shows up. He’s a hot single dad. And while I know you say you’re not interested in dating…we already know that the universe works in mysterious ways.”
“Uh-huh,” I muttered, heading for the door. “Well, have fun playing matchmaker without me. I’ve got to get to work.”
“Suit yourself,” Sloan called after me with a laugh. “But the offer still stands!”
I waved as I stepped outside, shaking my head as I made my way down Sloan’s flower-lined walkway and climbed into my fifteen-year-old Subaru. The engine sputtered to life, a sound I’dgrown used to, and I pulled onto the road, beginning the twenty-minute commute from Eden Falls to the office.
Connecticut was breathtaking in the summer—the early morning sun bathing the lush greenery in golden light.
It was like something out of a postcard.
And as I approached the city where I would be spending my workdays for what I hoped to be many years, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for this fresh start. Getting to rebuild my life in such a serene, picturesque place felt like a gift I didn’t even know I needed.
When I arrived at my desk, I glanced through the glass walls of Ian’s office and saw that he was already inside. It surprised me a little, considering his plane had landed late last night. But Sloan had mentioned that despite his active social life, Ian was always dedicated to his work.
My only hope was that despite my initial blunder at the club, he’d see that I was just as responsible and committed to doing my job well.
I tucked my work bag into my desk drawer and opened Ian’s emails, sorting through the ones that had piled up since Friday. As I was drafting a reply, I heard Ian end a phone call. I glanced up, and just like the first time I’d seen him on the stairs at the club, the sight of him nearly took my breath away.
Man, it should be illegal for anyone to look this good at work.
You are not allowed to have a crush on your boss,I reminded myself, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest as Ian walked to the window, his gaze distant and thoughtful.You’re a professional now. No silly crushes allowed.
But even if I was trying to be professional, it was hard not to notice how he was a work of art, standing there in his perfectly tailored suit, with his brow furrowed and that sexy pout on his lips.
