Page 35 of Falling For Her Boss

Besides, I still have a duty to do this morning. My heart sinks a little as I remember that I have to meet Maeve for coffee. I check the time. I still have fifteen minutes before I need to be there. I don’t bother getting up to shower. I only need a couple of minutes to walk there, so I spend as much time as possible just basking in Isabella’s glow, wondering how the hell I managed to get this amazingly beautiful girl, my girl, in my bed.

Eventually, I know I have to get up and go, so I dress as quietly as possible and prepare to leave. Just in case Isabella wakes up and thinks I’ve run away, I leave a note telling her I’ve gone to grab us some coffee. I’m hoping she’ll still be asleep by the time I get back…after all, I don’t plan to be gone for long…but I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. I’m sure she’s seen enough movies to assume I’ve run away if she wakes up and doesn’t see me right there next to her. She’d immediately become insecure about us, as would make logical sense, and I don’t want to feed any doubts like that…at all, because I have no doubts about us and I don’t want her to have any either. The only doubt I have is in my own judgment making abilities, as I’m asking myself why I agreed to this damn meeting, at all, and at this most inopportune of times no less.

Sighing to myself, I head to the elevator and head to the bottom floor. I’m really not in the mood for Maeve. She’s loud and boisterous, even at an early hour like this. In fact, especially at an hour like this. She is one of those people that is constantly awake, both a night owl and an early bird rolled into one. Plus, I would much rather be snuggled up in bed with Isabella. As I step out into the cool air I feel a tingle on my skin, as though Isabella’s dainty fingers are trailing down my arm. I keep her in mind as I walk to the coffee shop down the street. I’ll be back with her soon, and I’ll never have to see Maeve again.

I can see her waiting for me in the window of the coffee shop. She already has a coffee and a pain au chocolat in front of her. It’s almost as though she is trying to remind me of all the good times we shared…shared as in past tense, where any and all memories of her will soon be relinquished to and forgotten forever. We used to eat breakfast in this coffee shop every morning before work, and her order was always the same. To be honest, we had a fair few nights in hotels as well, though none as special as last night with Isabella.

She looks out of the window as I’m walking past and smiles at me. I’m suddenly reminded of why some guys might find her so attractive, although not me anymore. No way, no how, not in the slightest. She has green cat eyes, full lips, and shoulder length hair the color of dark chocolate. She has an easy smile and a lot of Irish charm. She’s even wearing green today, and it’s impossible to miss the fact that her top is low cut, showing off a lot of cleavage. She did it deliberately, I’m sure of it. If I know one thing about Maeve, it’s that she is persistent, especially when it comes to my affections. She’s never made a secret of the fact that she wanted me, from the second I hired her to the moment I let her go. “You’re mine,” she used to whisper when we were fucking hard in her poky little apartment. I used to think it was just a kink of hers, to feel in control, but now I know better. And I know I’ll have to tread carefully in this meeting.

I head inside the coffee shop and make a point of going to the bar instead of sitting down with her. I order two coffees to go. I want to make it clear to Maeve that I’m not sticking around, and I’m going back to someone else. I’m here simply for business, not for pleasure.

I walk over to her table, trying not to look her in the eyes. She’s got this piercing stare, like she can look into your soul. She smiles almost smugly as I sit down opposite her, as though she thinks she has complete control of this situation.

“Hey stranger,” she purrs. There was a time when her husky Irish accent turned me on like no one else could, but right now, she’s completely off-putting to me. I sigh, avoiding her gaze and look out of the window. Anything to avoid her eyes.

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