Page 7 of One Foggy Christmas
I place my hands on my hips. “Well, don’t I feel stupid?”
“I’m lost,” Harper says, joining us. “Why do you feel stupid? Do you guys know each other?”
“No way!” Reggie pops up from his spot across the office. “You’re the girl from the Cubs game.”
“Uh…” I scratch my face, debating how much I want to admit to.
“Nash saw her at the Cubs game and pretty much fell in love and?—”
“I did notfallin love,” I say to Reggie then turn to defend myself to Sadie. “I wasn’t in love. I was interested.”
Her smile is a good sign she’s not completely freaked out right now.
“After he fell in love,” Reggie continues, “Nash made a fool out of himself by hitting on her in front of everyone, but she completely shut him down.”
“Thanks for that, Reggie.” I shoot my employee, who’s really more of a friend, a tight smile.
“Anytime, boss.” Reggie looks at Sadie. “She only shut him down because she already has a boyfriend, right?”
“Ikind ofhave a boyfriend.”
“Oh, now you justkind ofhave a boyfriend?” I give her a wry smile. “Sounds like you made him up, and now you’re trying to come clean with the truth.”
Laughter puffs over her pretty lips. “That is the truth. It’s complicated.”
Itiscomplicated.
She’s my intern, and I’m her boss. Forget about herkind ofboyfriend.
This is worst-case scenario.
I can’t pursue her now. Superior Health isn’t that kind of workplace, and I’m not that kind of boss.
Victor rests both his arms on the top of the nearest cubicle. “How did Nash hit on you?”
“Okay, that’s enough of this. Why don’t we go talk somewhere more private?” I gesture toward my office and hear the snickers behind me as I lead the way. It’s times like these when I wish I’d been more of a serious boss whose employees are so scared of him that they’d never dream of giggling behind his back.
Who am I kidding? I’ll never be that guy.
I hold the door open for Sadie to pass and force myself not to smell her perfume as she walks by—mouth breathing for the win. The last thing I need is to be pining over my intern.
“Take a seat.” I shut the door and make my way behind my desk. I don’t immediately sit. I feel like I need to clear the air first. “Hey, I’m super embarrassed about Saturday.”
“Don’t be.” Sadie swipes her hand in front of her, wisping it all away. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Obviously, if I had known who you were, I never would’ve hit on you…especially so aggressively.”
She laughs that same adorable laugh that killed me just two days ago. “It’s a funny story.”
Maybe for her. Not so much for me.
I told her I loved her freckles.
Gosh, this is brutal.
“Right.” I nod. “It’s a funny story.”
“I respect that you shot your shot.”
