Page 19 of Rude Boss' Secret Baby
“Rori’s napping. Why don’t we sit down, yeah?” she asked softly.
I nodded mindlessly. “Yeah, sounds good.”
I felt my ass touch against a chair, and I leaned heavily against the cushioned back. I knew I needed to speak with Suri, but my tongue couldn’t seem to form the letters to the words swirling around in my head. The raking of plastic against concrete sounded before I looked up from my feet and found my best friend staring back at me with concern wafting behind her eyes.
And when my lips finally moved, the words followed in a seemingly unfashionable manner that painted a picture of just how bad this was. “I fucked my boss, Suri.”
She blinked. “You mean… instead of… interviewing?”
I swallowed hard. “The night you want details about. Remember?”
Her jaw fell open. “Wait, the guy you went home with from the bar the other night is now your boss?”
“Yeah.”
“So, he interviewed you and gave you the job anyway?”
I paused. “Yeah.”
She puffed her cheeks out with a sigh. “He probably wants to fuck you again, then. Did you take the job he offered?”
I swallowed hard. “He offered me seventy grand a year, salary. For starters, Suri. What the hell do you think I did?”
She grinned. “Now she’s coming back. Like fucking smelling salts after a good faint.”
I shook the cobwebs out of my brain. “My God, what in the world am I going to do?”
“I mean, we could celebrate.”
I groaned. “Celebrate my fucking my boss?”
She giggled. “No, you idiot. Celebrate you getting a job.”
I froze. “Holy shit, I got the job.”
“You got the damn job, Leslie. Seventy grand a year, health insurance, yes?”
I smiled softly. “Health insurance, yearly bonuses, and weeks—not days—of paid vacation.”
Suri leaped to her feet. “Woohoo! My best friend just found herself a big-girl job, you guys! Yeah!”
Then, as I laughed at her antics, she scooted her chair even closer to me before sitting on the edge of it. “Now, you need to tell me about this night that you two shared.”
I rolled my eyes. “It doesn’t seem nearly as palatable now.”
She swatted at my knee. “I don’t care! Girl, let me live through you. Was he kind?”
I thought back to the night we shared together. “Yeah, he was kind. If a bit pompous.”
“Was he any good?”
I grinned. “Oh, yeah. He was fantastic.”
She squealed. “Ah! I’m so jealous. Okay, okay, okay. Did he kick you out? Or did you leave of your own volition?”
My guilt settled in a bit. “He fell asleep beside me pretty much right after, so I just got up and left.”
She bobbed her head from side-to-side. “Not the best that he falls asleep right after, but he works hard, right?”
