Page 45 of Boss of Me
“Next Saturday.”
“Hmm.” He reaches out and touches my chin, the barest brush of fingertips. “I’m afraid you won’t be available next Saturday.”
I frown, feeling disoriented. “Why not?”
“I’m having a dinner party that night, and your services will be needed.”
“But I’m off on Saturdays,” I protest.
He raises an eyebrow. “What part of ‘performing other duties as required’ did you not understand during your interview?”
Hot anger flares inside me. “Why is this the first time I’m hearing about your dinner party? Mrs. Calder hasn’t said a word.”
He shrugs. “It must have slipped her mind.”
I don’t believe him. Not for a damn second.
“Looks like you’ll have to reschedule your date with David,” he drawls.
“Dawson,” I snap.
“Right. Dawson.” Lips twitching, the big jerk brushes past me to sit in his chair, leaning back with his fingers steepled in front of his face as he contemplates me. “What took him so long to get in touch with you?”
“What?” I’m distracted by the way he looks behind his desk, brimming with masculine power and authority.
“Your date was two weeks ago,” he says calmly. “Why did he wait this long to reschedule?”
“What difference does it make?” I snap.
“I’m just curious. Aren’t you?”
I let out a huff of exasperation. “Maybe he’s been busy. Or maybe he was pissed because I left the bar that night with another man. Can you blame him?”
Gunner gives me a long, speculative look. “Does he know you work for me?”
I frown. “Why?”
“Does he?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm.”
I glare at him. “Are you suggesting that’s the reason he called me? Because I work for a famous tech billionaire, and he wants to use me to curry favor with you?”
Gunner’s eyes gleam. “Sounds like you’ve already drawn your own conclusions about Romeo.”
I hate him for reading me like an open book.
“I’m done with this conversation.” I pivot and march toward the door.
“Don’t waste your time with that guy,” he calls after me. “It wasn’t meant to be.”
I flip him off, not caring that he’s my boss.
His dark, sexy laughter follows me out the door.
my sister calls me that eveningas I’m stuffing clothes into an overnight bag.
