Page 36 of Falling For Her Boss

“Are you going to tell me about this job reference, or what?”

“Easy, tiger. Aren’t you going to ask me how I am?”

I sigh. I know I’m being rude to her at this point. It was me that broke her heart, according to her. I didn’t mean for feelings to get involved, but at the end of the day, they did. Now, the least I can do is be pleasant for ten minutes.

“How are you, Maeve?” I ask compliantly. She gives me a satisfied grin, leaning back in her chair and flicking her dark hair over her shoulder.

“Absolutely grand, Logan. In fact, I’m loving life without you. I’m getting good sex, partying all the time, climbing the career ladder…I’ve come a long way from being your assistant, darling.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. So this is why she brought me here, to gloat about how well things are going now that I’m out of her life. I knew there had to be a catch to this meet-up. I force a smile.

“Well I’m glad to hear it.”

She smiles smugly. “Are you really? Because right now, it looks like someone has killed your cat.”

“Honestly, I couldn’t be happier that you’ve moved on,” I say truthfully. She’s someone else’s problem now, at last.

But my answer doesn’t seem to satisfy her. Her smile fades and now she’s glaring at me. Now it really does feel like old times, and not in any sort of good way. I can’t count the amount of times we ended up arguing because things didn’t go Maeve’s way. We never even got into a relationship and it was almost as though we were a married couple on the verge of divorce. So why the hell is she acting as though it’s a bad thing that I want her to move past this? Why can’t she just be happy with what she has, and with the fact we’re better off apart?

Maeve leans in and takes a crumbly bite of her pain au chocolat. “Well, I guess you can get to writing my reference now,” she grumbles through a mouthful of her pastry. I chuckle to myself, shaking my head.

“Aren’t you going to ask me how I am?” I say teasingly. The comment dredges up a smile on her face.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” she murmurs thoughtfully, looking me up and down. “Still the same old cocky bastard that I fell in love with.”

I shift uncomfortably. She always knows how to make a situation awkward. In fact, I sense she does it on purpose. She likes to see her men squirm before her, especially the lovers who jilted her. She licks a little chocolate off her finger, never looking away from me.

“All part of your charm, of course,” she continues. “I like someone who thinks they’re more in control than me. It gives me a challenge.”

She pushes a pad of paper and a pen in my direction for me to write the reference on. I’m glad for it…it gives me an excuse to look anywhere, but at her. I wish I was back in bed with Isabella, but at least this will soon be over. I start to write a generic reference, hoping it’ll be enough to satiate Maeve.

But Maeve isn’t done winding me up. She leans further across the table, revealing more of her cleavage to me. Even though I don’t look, because I’m not interested at all, it’s clear she’s not wearing a bra, so I can see her erect nipples poking through her top. And still, I’m not even slightly tempted. I can still smell Isabella’s perfume on my skin, see her gorgeous eyes in my mind, recall how soft her skin was on mine. Why the hell would I swap that for anything, let alone a woman who I’ve been trying to shake off forever?

Maeve clearly isn’t getting the response she wants from me. Her eyes turn dark with anger. “You never were man enough to handle me, but I guess I got a lucky escape, right?” she says coldly. “You never cared one bit about me, did you? I was just some fuck buddy to you. Well, no one gets to treat me that way. No woman wants a man who is going to lead her on.”

“We’re not having this conversation, Maeve. We’re finished. It’s done.”

“You might be done, but I am absolutely not. You don’t get to just walk away from me, Logan. I’m not that kind of girl. I always get what I want, in the end.”

“And I’m not the kind of guy to say something just to please you,” I say coldly. “You’re contradicting yourself. Saying you’re glad to be rid of me, that I wasn’t good enough for you…and yet here you are, begging for me to come back.”

“I don’t beg. Just be honest with me for once, Logan. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

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