Page 20 of Boss of Attraction
“And gay,” I reminded her. “I’m only pining after one straight man, honey.”
“Oh, god,” Fallon groaned.
“Who’s that?” Sam asked.
I glanced at Fallon and then back at my roommate. “My boss, Sean.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “Seriously? You didn’t tell me that!”
“There’s nothing to tell. Like I said, he’s straight, but he’s so hot.”
“Stop,” Fallon protested and covered his ears.
“You stop.” I playfully slapped his arm. “You’re acting like I’m talking about your dad.”
“He is like a father to me.”
“But he’s not. He’s not even blood-related to you.”
Sam leaned against the bar, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Well, if you’re looking for a distraction, I could always set you up with someone. I’m sure someone here is looking to get laid.”
I chuckled, taking another sip of my drink. “Let’s see how the night goes.”
Sam shrugged and pointed at my drink. “Fair enough. Another?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As Fallon and I ate our fish and chips and drank our drinks, we talked about what we thought the toughest questions on the exam were. Once I had a good buzz going, Fallon’s phone dinged with a message. He checked it and smiled.
“Rhett just finished dinner. I should head home.”
I nodded. “Go on. Enjoy your night and I’ll see you at your bachelor party.”
“Can’t wait.” We shared a bro hug.
Fallon paid his tab, said goodbye to Sam, and left the bar with his agents in tow.
Sam immediately came to me and leaned on the bar again. “Well, now that Fallon’s gone, are you going to spill the tea on this boss crush of yours?”
Damn, that bit of gossip had to have come out at least forty-five minutes ago. My girl must have been dying the entire time.
I chuckled, shaking my head. “No details to spill. It’s just a silly crush because, like I said, he’s straight.”
“There’s no hint that he may be bi?”
I thought about all the times I’d been alone with Sean. In some of those moments, it seemed like he may have flirted back when I had flirted, but he was probably only being nice. If he was flirting it wasn’t obvious.
“Doubt it.”
“Another drink?”
I scanned the bar and didn’t see anyone my type. “Actually, I’m going to head home and change, then hit up Chrome. See you in the morning?”
“Be safe,” she warned, pointing her finger at me.
“I will, Mom. But if there’s a sock on the door, don’t come inside.”
“Oh no.” She shook her head. “You take that to your bedroom.”
