Page 45 of Falling For Her Boss

I show up at her apartment, the cake still warm in the box and my hands shaking. At least I still have the wine. Feeling sick with nerves, I knock on her door and wait. When she opens the door, her face is hard and unwelcoming. She glances down at the box I’m holding, raising an eyebrow.

“A gift?”

“Well…I tried to do a thing…”

Isabella opens the box with an unimpressed look. As she peers inside, I’m almost certain I’ve lost her for good. I’m trying to make up with her, and instead, I’m standing in her doorway, handing her the worst cake ever made. She looks up at me, her face completely straight, and I prepare myself for the absolute worst.

And then, she bursts out laughing.

CHAPTER 26

Isabella

It’s impossible not to laugh. As nice as Logan’s intentions might have been, the state of the cake he’s brought is horrendous. It looks like a child made it. And looking up and seeing Logan’s face droop only makes me laugh even more. He must be feeling pretty sorry for himself, especially after I gave him such a hard time, but I can’t help it. I haven’t laughed like this in a while.

When I eventually compose myself, Logan runs a hand through his hair, his cheeks flushed. I’ve never seen him like this…bashful and shy. I shake my head at him with an amused sigh.

“Oh, Logan. Come on in. Let’s put that cake out of the way somewhere…”

Logan sheepishly enters the apartment and I take the box from him, putting it on the kitchen counter, out of sight and out of mind. Logan stands in the middle of my apartment, not really knowing what to do with himself. I guess he’s not sure if he’s really welcome here. I gave him a hard time earlier, and now I’ve just laughed in his face. But to be honest, after what he put me through, I don’t have too much sympathy. Not that that means I don’t want to give him a second chance.

“Drink?” I ask him. He puts his hands in his pockets, shrugging awkwardly.

“Whatever you’re having…”

I pour out two glasses of red wine, trying to ignore the silence that has settled between us. I guess it’s going to take a little bit of work to fix us. After all, a lot of accusations were thrown around, and I’m still not over what I saw at the coffee shop, even if it wasn’t his fault. I don’t want to be competing with some girl that used to be his assistant as well. I’m not even sure what I’m competing for, considering that Logan and I haven’t discussed where this might be going. If he asked me what I wanted, I would tell him that I want love. I want passion. I want a man that only has eyes for me and treats me like a princess. I want someone who makes me feel the way that Logan does…strong, confident, sure of myself. But has that illusion been shattered after the kiss I saw? Or can he still bring those feelings out of me again?

My question is answered when I cross the room to hand Logan a glass. Our hands brush and I feel a shock of electricity pass between us. Our eyes meet and I take a deep breath, entranced by his beautiful face. I want to reach out and touch his gorgeous features, but it’s too soon. I don’t want him to think that he gets off lightly from what he did. He’s going to have to work a little harder to get me back.

I clear my throat and move over to the couch to sit down. Logan follows my lead, smiling a little to himself. He seems to think he’s not in the doghouse anymore, clearly. To let him know that’s absolutely not the case, I fix him a cold stare.

“So,” I say. “What’s with the cake?”

Logan’s smile is wiped right off his face. “Well…I thought it was a nice gesture. I tried my best, I swear. I guess I’m not much of a cook though…”

“You can say that again…” I murmur, casting a glance over to the box on the counter. I feel a little bad, grilling Logan like this, but I feel like it’s necessary.

Logan clearly isn’t enjoying it, though. He’s used to being in charge of any situation. I guess that’s what comes from being the boss of a huge company. But right now, I have the control, and I don’t plan on letting it go. Logan shuffles a little closer to me, but I keep my head up high, not giving anything away.

“Look, Isabella…I’m happy to work hard to get you back. But I need to know you are open to the idea of being with me…if we can’t move past this, then what’s the point at all?” he asks. His eyes are sad and wide, making me feel a little guilty. “I used to be the kind of man who played the field, but that’s not me anymore. I like you…a lot…and I don’t want to be with anyone else. I want you to be mine, and only mine.”

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