Page 26 of Interning For A Billionaire

“What did she say?” I asked, curious.

“She said she didn’t know. When I asked her why, she said he was too good-looking.”

“Really?” I was intrigued.

“I know, your mom was a bit like that. She could pick and choose, I guess. There was something about him that she didn’t like or trust, I guess. In the end, he stopped coming around and I don’t really know what happened there.”

I thought about this for a while. My father was not particularly handsome, truth be told. He had kind eyes and a soft smile, and he’d been absolutely devoted to my mother. But he was not what you’d call handsome. Even as a young man, when he still had all his hair, he’d been average looking.

“Tell me again how they met?”

“It was at a party, while your father was in med school. She went with friends, and they struck up a conversation.”

“What were they talking about?”

“You’d have to ask your father about that!” Aunt Kate laughed. “All I know is that by the end of the year, they were engaged. They waited until your father graduated before they got married, though.”

I would have liked to ask my father more, but he’d always found it hard to talk about my mother.

Afterwards, I lay on my bed and thought about Michael Greer. He definitely was too good-looking. All the women in the office thought he was an absolute hunk and would have had no problem breaking HR policy if it meant spending just one night with him.

I didn’t know what to think about the kiss we’d shared.

It had happened so quickly, and it had been so passionate. I’d barely had time to register that the mood between us had changed and that the energy in the room was building up to something. It had been almost magnetic, the way our bodies had pulled together, our mouths drawn together. If Samira had not come in, I don’t know what would have happened.

I told Ty about it later.

“You need to get laid, girl,” he said with a straight face.

“What?!”

“It’s all this pent-up sexual energy,” he said. “When was the last time you moved those muscles?” He asked, looking down at my crotch.

I blushed. “It’s been a while.”

He nodded, as if that proved his point.

“It’s messing with your mind. Causing you to get confused.”

“You think?”

“Definitely! Kissing your boss is the fastest way to lose your job and find yourself on the first bus to Kansas.”

I hadn’t even told him the story about the intern and the scandal surrounding her affair with the head of marketing. But Ty was more streetwise than I was.

“Of course, your boss is going to hit on you! You are young and gorgeous and, please let’s not forget, he’s seen pictures of your naked body! I bet he can’t wait to see you again. Do you think he’s going to want to see you again after that? I think not. He’s the boss, right?”

I hated to think that he could be right.

But I knew how Michael Greer was. The way he’d acted when I started working there, how he had made me feel uncomfortable, sending me pictures of that penis. I couldn’t believe I was allowing myself to think about him in that way.

“What about that boyfriend of yours?”

“Sven?”

“Organize a weekend with him, get your mind off the naked boss and do some naked boyfriend stuff.”

Perhaps Ty was right. Sven had been wantingto come to the city for ages. I could tell him to come next weekend and we could find a place that was not too expensive. I hadn’t seen him in ages.

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