Page 239 of His White Moonlight
“You’re making me regret your reward.”My gaze flicked to the faded to yellow mark prominently displayed above his starched collar.
He scowled and motioned for me to turn around.Grumpy, he kept his fingers from wandering too far from the tie.
“There.Now, do I get a kiss goodbye?”
I faced him and shook my head.
“You already had one.”
“Another wouldn’t hurt.”
I started to cross my arms, but he stopped me, kissing the back of my hand and rubbing the spot with his thumb.
“Stitches,” he said.“You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Ask yourself why I was crossing my arms.”
He sighed and kissed my brow.
“Fine.Go.I’ll see you after lunch.”
I smiled as he released me.“Do you want me to bring something back for you?”
“I doubt you’ll let me eat what I’m hungry for.”
I blinked at him, the meaning of his words lost on me until he started to smile slowly.
“You’re getting another shaken bento box.”
He hurried around me to open the door so I could continue my outraged march out of his office.
Miranda looked up from her work.
“That looked pretty hot,” she commented.
I glanced back and saw the blinds had been opened.
“Nope.Not going to think about that.And there won’t be a next time.”
She was grinning as I walked away.
Mom was waiting by the elevator, her eyes filled with worry as I approached.
“What’s wrong?”I asked.
She waited until we were on the elevator alone to answer.
“Was he calm when you got back?”
“Mostly.He needs to stop taking his frustrations out on doors, though.”
“Better doors than you.”
“Me?What do you mean?I thought you said he would never hurt me.”
She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and set her cheek on the top of my head.
“He wouldn’t.I just meant in other ways you might not be open to yet.”I heard her sniff.“Or maybe you are?”
