Page 6 of Bourbon Wishes
Haven and Jax would die if they knew.
Me: The main printer is broken again, and I need a functioning printer if I'm going to get any of these new marketing materials printed on-site. What's the possibility of upgrading? It'll solve several problems at once.
Three little dots appear and then disappear before reappearing again.
Bastian: What's wrong with the printer? And why are you dealing with marketing materials?
Me: You mean other than the fact that one of your cousins may actually burn down the entire winery just out of pure hatred for it?
Me: Everything. It jams. It falls off the wireless. It won't print. And now, the menu is in Portuguese.
Bastian: WTF?
I send back a shrugging emoji instead of ratting out Jax as the reason why the printer now speaks Portuguese. He was mumbling about finding a sledgehammer when he left the winery. Bastian might actually tip him over the edge if he starts in.
I'd like our printer saga to be a relatable social media series, not a news headline about an arson and a homicide, thank you very much.
Me: And who the hell else is going to deal with marketing materials, Bastian?
It's not really my job, but no one other than him knows anything about marketing, and he's too damn busy to handle it. Just like he's too busy to plan a launch event for the new line, update the website, or any of the thousand other marketing-adjacent things I've been tackling lately. His plate is running over, but with planting season underway, so is everyone else's. I'm the only one left to tackle half this stuff.
And I need a functioning printer to do it.
There's no way Bastian is buying a new one, though. I don't care what Jax and Haven think. The only thing the man feels for me is a deep-seated irritation.
Bastian: Fine. I'll order a new one.
I gape at my phone for a long moment, willing the words to change. But they don't. He's seriously getting a new printer just because I asked?
There's no way Jax and Haven were right. They can't be.
I mean, maybe Bastian finds me attractive. Maybe I annoy him by not obeying every whim. But that doesn't mean he actually likes me. There are rules between me and Bastian, and they might as well be impenetrable walls as far as he's concerned.
He's the boss. I'm an employee. In his eyes, that makes me completely untouchable.
Except…maybe I'm not. And maybe I'm not the only one desperate to do a little touching.
"Crap," I groan, laying my head on my desk. Being wildly attracted to him is supposed to be safe because he's supposed to be out of my reach. The lines aren't supposed to blur.
They're blurring.
Bastian: You need anything else?
"So many things," I mutter. "Like you naked." But I do not tell him that. Hell no, I don't.
Day-drinking is looking better and better.
Me: Nope. All good.
Three little dots appear, disappear, then reappear again. I watch my phone like a hawk, but when they disappear a second time, they don't appear again.
I groan, powering my screen off before I find a reason to spend the rest of the day staring at it.
Working for Bastian Grayson is wreaking serious havoc on my sanity, and I am not mentally or emotionally prepared to deal with either today.
Chapter Two
Bastian
