Page 10 of Broken Boss Daddy

“What are you doing here? Are you stalking me?” I accused him, ignoring his question.

Now that I’d snapped out of it, I wanted to get rid of him. I didn’t want him there, in the space that I’d built from the ground up. He didn’t belong anywhere near my life, even if I longed for him to.

Yet, I didn’t have the strength to stand up and close the door in his face. Frankly, I didn’t trust my legs to keep me upright.

He cleared his throat again. “I remembered you telling me you worked here and thought it might be a good idea if we had coffee together. For old time’s sake.” Grant held out a tray of to-go coffees and a bag of what I presumed was a sweet treat.

“Oh, you did?” I said. Although I thought it was sweet of him to do that. It still didn’t hide the fact that he showed up at my place of work. “Only a stalker would show up to my work with that notion.”

“Guilty. You caught me. Shall we have the coffee first before I kidnap you?” Grant joked, his smirk reappearing on his face.

And he was back to his arrogant self. A part of me wanted to smile, but I refused to give him that. Ignoring him again, I asked, “How did you find my classroom anyway?”

“I’d like to say that I just knew you would be here, but that would be a lie. Truthfully, I wandered around this building like some sort of creep before I found you talking to some guy.”

“That is definitely creepy.”

“At least I can admit it.”

That time, I chuckled at him. Grant’s easy going attitude lessened some of my hostility toward him, and I gestured for him to come inside.

Admittedly, I wanted to see him again.

“Close the door behind you, please,” I requested, knowing that there were prying ears in that place.

I watched him, nervously and excitedly, as he grabbed a spare chair and placed it in front of my desk.

“So, if I remembered correctly, you like a grande mocha with extra cream and a warmed croissant,” I said, handing me my drink.

I couldn’t help but smile at him. Even after all these years and the short time we were together, he remembered. I felt my heart skip a beat, and knew if I wasn’t careful, it’d fall at his feet.

Our drunken conversation about our coffee orders came back to me, and looking into Grant’s amused eyes, I knew he was thinking of the same thing. It wasn’t a normal conversation, but then again, we’d never been normal together.

“I can’t believe you remembered it.” I chewed on a delicious piece of croissant.

“There’s very little that I don’t remember about you.”

It was my turn to blush. “I find that hard to believe,” I said, leaning back in my chair and taking a sip of my drink.

“What do you mean?”

“We only had one night together, Grant, and we were both drunk out of our minds.”

“Just because it seems unconventional doesn’t mean that it actually is. Drunk or not, you changed my life in a way that I’ll never be able to explain to you.”

Not being able to sit still with Grant’s intense gaze on me, I hastily stood and walked over to one of my shelves. Pretending to search for something, I asked, “I’m not sure what you’re trying to tell me here.”

“Jess,” he whispered, and I felt him watching me. “If it wasn’t for you showing me how much I wanted to be a doctor for myself and not my father, I wouldn’t be where I am now.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. Closing my eyes, I told myself to get a handle on whatever the hell was happening with me. Now that I’d thought about it, I probably should’ve turned him away rather than inviting him in.

Building up my courage, I looked over my shoulder at him. There was something in his look that made me think he was referring to more than just his career. A bit of hope and acceleration ran through my body, and I shut it down immediately.

Turning back around, I took a deep breath and whispered, “We get to be whatever we want to be.”

Suddenly, I felt Grant’s intimidating aura right against my back, making me tense up in fear and anticipation. My breathing seemed to stop as his warm breath hit the back of my exposed neck, sending shivers down my spine.

“Where have I heard that before?” he asked, moving my long ponytail over my shoulder.

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