Page 11 of Broken Boss Daddy

It was something that I’d said since I was a kid. I just shrugged, unable to talk.

Composing my face so he couldn’t see just how much he affected me, I turned and faced him, though the lack of space between us nearly sent me into the shelves. All I had to do was tilt my head forward a fraction, and I’d be able to taste his lips.

Stuck in the thought of that, I licked my own. While I was unable to tear my gaze away from his mouth, Grant caged me between his arms and came close to me without actually touching me.

“I’ve thought about you a lot over the years,” he said.

“So you’ve told me.”

There was that damn smirk again.

“Yes, but I’ve also thought about that night and how your body felt against mine.”

I squeaked. I actually squeaked. My throat was as dry as the desert. I had no clue what to do with the emotions that rolled through me.

That night. The night that took my breath away, and the same night that our daughter was conceived. Not like he knew about that, or ever would.

It was that thought that had me ducking out of his embrace and putting as much distance between us as I could. Sitting back down behind my desk, I busied myself with some papers while trying to get rid of those stupid feelings he gave me.

“I, uh, have a lot of work to do. You should probably leave,” I said, avoiding eye contact.

The silence that followed threatened to eat me alive, yet I refused to give into it. I half expected him to just leave, but what I didn’t expect was for him to take his seat again or the question that came out of his mouth.

“Would you like to go out with me sometime?”

Laughter bubbled out of me. “You must be insane if you think I’m going to go out with you after what happened before.”

I didn’t really mean to say that, but with all the confusion of the past half an hour, I didn’t know what to do with myself, let alone him.

Grant was confused, I could tell that much.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing. I’m not interested in taking things further with you, Grant. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere I need to be and I have to get some work done.”

“Jess, what’s going on? You can talk to me.”

“Nothing’s going on.”

“Jess—”

“Grant, I’m exhausted. Please, just leave.” I insisted, frustrated and tired.

He stared at me a moment longer, clearly wanting to say something. “Fine, I’ll go. But for the record, I miss you, Jess.”

And without another word from me, Grant left me alone but not quite the same. As the door closed behind him, I slumped back in my chair and rubbed the aching spot above my eye.

I wondered what the hell I was going to do with him, but there was one thing I knew for sure, and that was Grant could never find out about Abby.

Chapter 6: Grant

Lily White Flowers

, the sign read.

I entered the store and thought that the name didn’t do it justice. There was more than just a small selection of lilies which, I’d admit, I figured there would be. No, that small-town florist had every flower, bouquet, and garland one could imagine.

There were so many choices around me that I debated if I should just walk back out and forget about my rash idea.

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