Page 2 of Dating A Fae
“Johnny,” Greg Thorton—my boss—calls my name as I walk past his office.
I backtrack and slide into the seat opposite him, a little embarrassed to have my treats from Milton with me and nothing but sugar cookies to share. Which, of course, I don’t offer because they are mine.
Greg’s older, a man in his sixties. His thick silver hair is perfectly combed. His beard trimmed to perfection. And every piece of his suits are tailored to his measurements, nothing ever from the rack. Even his shoes are custom made, or so the rumors go.
“Yes, sir?”
He taps a long finger on a stack of papers in front of him. “We’re coming in on the close of your work experience before you get your license.”
My stomach tumbles. I’d forgotten about that. My entire work future is up to him. If he refuses to fill out my Verification of Experiences form or he leaves bad remarks, I might as well just pack it all up. But I’m good at what I do.
“I wanted to discuss what your future plans are, because I’d like to keep you on.”
My mouth opens and closes. I’d always assumed I’d stay. “I’d like that very much.” At least I think I’d like that. Some days, working in the human world is intense, and I’m not sure I’m suited to it. Some days I still feel like a child floundering around trying to figure out what I want to do with my life.
“Good to hear. In the meantime, do you have concerns? Anything you need mentoring on? I’m all ears. You’re an asset to the team. Your work ethic and production blow me away. I see good things in your future.”
My cheeks heat. Greg’s always great with doling out praise, but it always makes me uncomfortable. “I don’t have anything of note right now. You pick up on when I’m struggling.”
“Alright, well if something comes up, call me.”
With a tip of my head, I rise to my feet. A little over four months left and I’ll be a fully licensed Certified Public Accountant.
Chapter 2
Milton
I hum as I wipe down the back counter. The morning rush slowed to a trickle, and I can get a bit of cleaning in since I won’t have time tonight.
Game night lets me relax with my friends. Sure we’re still at the cafe, but that just means we can make snacks in an industrial oven. Which comes in handy when one of said friends is a dragon shifter.
One time I cooked a whole ham for us to share and Avery devoured it in mere minutes. The rest of us watched in awe as he licked his chops.
I chuckle at the memory. Avery’s great. He doesn’t want people to know what a big heart he has.
To combat the ham fiasco the guys now bring a bunch of pizzas or whatever catches their fancy.
I look forward to having Johnny here after hours. Every time I close my eyes I see the beautiful smile he graced me with before he left.
“What’s got you so happy?” Rain stares at me with a soft smile. His hot pink hair is rumpled from an earlier cuddle client, and he’s wearing a gray t-shirt that stretches across his broad chest.
I bounce on my feet. “I asked Johnny to join us for game night.”
“Finally!” Rain smacks his hands to the counter. “I’ve been saying for months you needed to open your mouth and ask him out.”
“I haven’t technically asked himoutout. Just to come over tonight.”
“Better than nothing. But you need to jump off that limb. He’s handsome.”
“And the sweetest.” The way he blushes is divine.
“Not really my type.” Rain shrugs, then points to a bear claw behind the display case.
My jaw drops. “Youhavea type?”
He quirks his brow. “Just because I’ll fuck anyone with a pulse doesn’t mean I don’t have a type.”
“Shit, sorry.” I grab the bear claw and pass it over. “You’re right. I just… you’re an incubus. Figured everyone was your type.”
