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I couldn’t care less. I took Connie with a grain of salt, and
that’s all that I’d continue to do. She was a stepping stone to a
career I yearned to have. I’d deal with her while I had to.
I also couldn’t care less who saw me when I
slapped Miles’ arm when we reached the hallway. There were better
ways to approach the “are we/aren’t we dating” topic, and in an
office, with my boss, wasn’t it. As happy as I was that we had a
label attached to us, I was still pissed. I died at least ten times
in the twenty minutes that we were in Connie’s office.
“I do believe that is against company
policy,” he joked, following me behind my desk.
“I do believe I don’t care.” I glared, appearing
mad still. “Nothing like putting me on the spot first thing in the
morning.”
He leaned down, sitting on the edge of my desk,
facing me, his arms crossed over his chest with an entertained
smile. “Would you have believed that Connie didn’t mind if I’d just
told you myself?”
Shit. He had a point. I wouldn’t have.
Although, I still didn’t quite believe it. If she didn’t mind, she
had a funny way of showing it. She just couldn’t do anything about
it if she did. There’s no rule against it.
“And that’s why I did it.” Miles didn’t wait for
my reply. He knew he was right.
“Don’t you have work to do?” I asked.
He snorted as he stood. “Lunch?”
“I suppose,” I said, feigning disinterest.
“I’ll meet you here at noon,” he added, leaning
over to kiss the top of my head before walking away.
I watched as he did, mesmerized by his tall,
physically authoritative stature. Miles walked with purpose. He
made heads turn and woman gawk. A pleased smile covered my face
when it hit me. He was mine.
I was dating Miles Blackwell.
The day didn’t get any better. Connie had me
all over the fucking city and Sami had some doctor’s appointment,
so I was answering the phones until she returned. My lunch date
with Miles consisted of Chinese takeout eaten on the fly in his
office. Speaking of his office, it was Connie’s times two. Huge.
Fully equipped with both a treadmill and bathroom. Apparently
running eased his stress, and since the office bore most of it,
having a treadmill there for a quick run was essential. Not my cup
of tea, but whatever. If it was the reasoning for his body looking
the way it did, I had no complaint.
It was past six o’clock when I was finally able
to shut down my computer. Even though my feet were killing me and I
had visions sleep dancing in my head, a beer sounded much better.
Miles had a late meeting and informed me he wouldn’t be at the bar
until after eight. That was fine. I never was the super attached
girlfriend, needing her boyfriend all the time. Well, I guess I was
never the girlfriend type to begin with. Fairytales just weren’t my
thing. As I got older, they didn’t seem so bad; I just would never
be that girl, clinging to my boyfriend’s side or at his beck
and call whenever he needed me. No man would ever make me, either.
Not even Miles Blackwell.
Since most people had already left, I took a
taxi to McShane’s by myself. It gave me a minute to touch base with
Leah. I hadn’t been able to talk long last night because I was
slapped by rap music in my apartment midway through our
conversation. I filled her in on my meeting with Miles and
Connie. She found it amusing but still disapproved, telling me
“there’s just something about him I don’t like.” I rolled my eyes.
Leah was always my careful counterpart. She was cautious with her
heart and other people’s. It’s no wonder it took her and Matt so
goddamn long to finally admit their feelings for each other. I get
protecting yourself, but missing out and letting the what-ifs
consume your life wasn’t something I would do. I liked Miles. He
seemed to like me. Other than owning half the business I worked for
and being my boss’s brother, there were no other obvious red
I couldn’t care less. I took Connie with a grain of salt, and
that’s all that I’d continue to do. She was a stepping stone to a
career I yearned to have. I’d deal with her while I had to.
I also couldn’t care less who saw me when I
slapped Miles’ arm when we reached the hallway. There were better
ways to approach the “are we/aren’t we dating” topic, and in an
office, with my boss, wasn’t it. As happy as I was that we had a
label attached to us, I was still pissed. I died at least ten times
in the twenty minutes that we were in Connie’s office.
“I do believe that is against company
policy,” he joked, following me behind my desk.
“I do believe I don’t care.” I glared, appearing
mad still. “Nothing like putting me on the spot first thing in the
morning.”
He leaned down, sitting on the edge of my desk,
facing me, his arms crossed over his chest with an entertained
smile. “Would you have believed that Connie didn’t mind if I’d just
told you myself?”
Shit. He had a point. I wouldn’t have.
Although, I still didn’t quite believe it. If she didn’t mind, she
had a funny way of showing it. She just couldn’t do anything about
it if she did. There’s no rule against it.
“And that’s why I did it.” Miles didn’t wait for
my reply. He knew he was right.
“Don’t you have work to do?” I asked.
He snorted as he stood. “Lunch?”
“I suppose,” I said, feigning disinterest.
“I’ll meet you here at noon,” he added, leaning
over to kiss the top of my head before walking away.
I watched as he did, mesmerized by his tall,
physically authoritative stature. Miles walked with purpose. He
made heads turn and woman gawk. A pleased smile covered my face
when it hit me. He was mine.
I was dating Miles Blackwell.
The day didn’t get any better. Connie had me
all over the fucking city and Sami had some doctor’s appointment,
so I was answering the phones until she returned. My lunch date
with Miles consisted of Chinese takeout eaten on the fly in his
office. Speaking of his office, it was Connie’s times two. Huge.
Fully equipped with both a treadmill and bathroom. Apparently
running eased his stress, and since the office bore most of it,
having a treadmill there for a quick run was essential. Not my cup
of tea, but whatever. If it was the reasoning for his body looking
the way it did, I had no complaint.
It was past six o’clock when I was finally able
to shut down my computer. Even though my feet were killing me and I
had visions sleep dancing in my head, a beer sounded much better.
Miles had a late meeting and informed me he wouldn’t be at the bar
until after eight. That was fine. I never was the super attached
girlfriend, needing her boyfriend all the time. Well, I guess I was
never the girlfriend type to begin with. Fairytales just weren’t my
thing. As I got older, they didn’t seem so bad; I just would never
be that girl, clinging to my boyfriend’s side or at his beck
and call whenever he needed me. No man would ever make me, either.
Not even Miles Blackwell.
Since most people had already left, I took a
taxi to McShane’s by myself. It gave me a minute to touch base with
Leah. I hadn’t been able to talk long last night because I was
slapped by rap music in my apartment midway through our
conversation. I filled her in on my meeting with Miles and
Connie. She found it amusing but still disapproved, telling me
“there’s just something about him I don’t like.” I rolled my eyes.
Leah was always my careful counterpart. She was cautious with her
heart and other people’s. It’s no wonder it took her and Matt so
goddamn long to finally admit their feelings for each other. I get
protecting yourself, but missing out and letting the what-ifs
consume your life wasn’t something I would do. I liked Miles. He
seemed to like me. Other than owning half the business I worked for
and being my boss’s brother, there were no other obvious red
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