Page 58 of The Boss and the Wedding Mess
“Then I’ll have it brought to you. That’s what the staff is for. Just give me your spare key, and they’ll park it right at your door.”
That sounds much better.
“Well, you two will figure it out,” Mrs. Blackthorn says, tugging at her husband’s sleeve. “Come on, let’s head home too.”
“I’ll stop by sometime this week, Miss Waverley—but only briefly,” my soon-to-be former boss says.
“Yes, yes. Very rarely. I’ll make sure of that.”
His wife doesn’t seem thrilled by the idea. She hugs me quickly, then her son, while my boss simply shakes both our hands.
“Well, you two enjoy your evening.” Then she pulls her husband away, leaving Alexander and me alone at the venue while the staff starts clearing up.
“Can you grab your things or should I?” he asks.
“Hmm, I’m feeling a little dizzy,” I lie. In truth, I’d had some champagne but could’ve driven myself just fine.
Still, my little shit-test wouldn’t work otherwise.
“Alright. Then wait for me out front, and I’ll grab your things from Room 99.”
Alexander starts walking, and I trail behind with deliberately unsteady steps. He places a steadying hand on my back. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, no problem,” I fib again. Sweet—he’s worried. First point for him.
He escorts me to the reception area, where I sink onto a bench outside. It gives me a moment to collect myself before Alexander returns with my bag.
“All set.” He offers his hand, and I’m only too happy to take his arm as we walk to the parking lot. Two employees are waiting with two limos. One is for us; they’ll return with the other.
Alexander opens the passenger door for me, then has a quick word with the employees. He hands them my car key—the spare is at my apartment. Alexander comes over to me and asks: "What's your address?"
I give it to him so he can give further instructions to the two employees before he stows my bag in the back seat before climbing in beside me.
Meanwhile, his parents are being escorted to their own car by another driver.
“Seat belt on?” he asks with a raised brow. No, not yet. “How much did you drink?”
“Just a little,” I mumble, feigning to be much more tired than I actually am. Alexander leans over to me - and boom, I'm wide awake. I stare at him with wide-open eyes, but thankfully he doesn’t notice. He pulls the seat belt across me, buckles it, and says, “If you want to sleep, go ahead. We’ll be on the road at least ninety minutes.”
“Are you going through the city?”
“No, around it. At this hour, traffic in London would take us more than two hours.”
“That’s a big detour for you, isn’t it?”
“It’s only about thirty minutes from your place to mine. Not a big deal,” he assures me, fastening his own belt.
“Thanks for doing this,” I say, watching him start the car.
“I’m already the best boss in the world, aren’t I?” he teases with a smile that makes me drift into a little daydream.
“Top ten,” I joke, my gaze sliding down his body. His hands especially catch my eye—strong, masculine. The watch on his wrist looks ridiculously good on him. Why is it that men with watches are so damn hot? Just before pulling out, he rolls his sleeves up a bit, revealing his toned forearms. Although I’ve seen him train shirtless before with his whole torso bare, somehowthis—just the two of us alone in the car—feels completely different. Heat curls through me as I stare. Then I glance up and startle—he’s looking right at me, and I’m pretty sure he caught me staring.
“Want to take a picture?” he asks audaciously.
“You’re impossible…” I deflect, blush, and turn to the window. “Shame it’s still so bright out. The sun’s setting, but it won’t be fully dark for at least another hour.”
“Do you prefer driving at night?” he asks as he steers us onto the road. The gentle rocking of the car calms me, but it also makes me more aware of the alcohol in my system. I glance at him, wondering if he has any idea how attractive I find him.
