Page 39 of Unlocking my Boss's Heart

“Jet’s Bowling. It’s only a few minutes away if we can beat the traffic.”

Maddison was right, I worried for nothing. His choice was perfect—except for the above-the-knee dress I was wearing. Hopefully, I wouldn’t embarrass myself by bending over to throw the bowling ball.

The thought of him watching me get a strike made me smirk. My competitive side was kicking in.

True to his word, we arrived in no time. Jet’s Bowling was on the middle floor of a high-rise, sandwiched between a spa and a shoe store.

“Since you suggested a bowling alley, I assume you like to bowl?” Anton asked after we got our tickets and ordered drinks.

“I do. Bowling brings back memories of my hometown. It’s my go-to for fun, with movies a close second.”

“Movies. Noted,” he said, choosing a lane. “If you love bowling so much, we’ll come here often enough that you might actually get tired of it.”

“No chance. I’ll never get bored of bowling.”

I looked around at the Jet’s Bowling. It was a simple, spacious room. Half the area was filled with alleys, the other half with seating for groups to chat. The place buzzed with people talking and bowling.

I grabbed a ball and walked to the empty lane. Placing my fingers in the holes, I took a deep breath and threw the ball, careful not to flash my underwear at my boss. The ball curved toward the gutter but still knocked down five pins.

“I guess I’m a bit rusty.”

I threw a second ball and knocked down the remaining pins.

Anton clapped. “I’m sure I’ll do worse than that. I don’t remember the last time I went bowling.”

He threw a ball, then stepped back to watch as it curved almost immediately and ended up in the gutter.

I hid my smile behind a sip of my mocktail. “You didn’t do so bad.”

He furrowed his brow. “What? That was terrible. I didn’t hit anything.”

“But it went straight for a few seconds.”

“More likehalfa second.”

I laughed, and he took it in stride.

I liked his sportsmanship despite my laughter.

Maybe he was doing this on purpose to let me win. I doubted he would admit it if I asked.

“Would you say you’re athletic?” I asked, realizing too late it was a silly question. Everything about him screamedathleticism.

He smiled but didn’t reply.

“I’ve seen quite a few pictures of you swimming,” I continued.

He raised an eyebrow. “You Googled me?”

“Yeah, after you hired me.”

Actually, after Maddison told me who you were, I fell down a rabbit hole researching you and your family.But mostly, you, I added to myself.

“And you found out that I was on the swim team in college. Yet I was accused of being a stalker this morning…. Who’s the stalker now?”

“Honestly, you should be more suspicious of anyone who said they didn’t Google you.”

He sidled closer to me and leaned in. “What else did you find out about me?”

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