Page 95 of Boss of Attraction
“Of course,” she replied. “Just promise me one thing.”
“What’s that?” Sean asked.
She smirked mischievously. “That I get an invite to the wedding.”
Sean and I exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. “Deal,” I said, still chuckling. “You’ll be the first on the list.”
As we headed into the elevator, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for Camille’s support. Maybe the whole office gossip thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Whenever people passedby my desk in pairs or groups, I felt as though they were whispering about me and Sean. Even though I was okay with the entire office knowing, I still felt a little uneasy. I just wanted to stand on top of my desk and scream at the top of my lungs that I was in love with Sean Ashford and if anyone had a problem, they could kick rocks.
Sliding my chair back, I stood and walked to Sean’s office. He was typing away on his laptop, but glanced up and smiled as I approached.
“Hey,” he said with a smile.
“I need an afternoon pick-me-up. Want me to bring you back a coffee?”
“I’d love one.”
He started to dig into his pocket, and I shook my head.
“I can buy you a coffee.”
“Fine.” He held up his hands. “Americano, please.”
“You got it, Bossman.” I winked and turned to grab my coat at my desk.
As I stepped out of the building, the chilly breeze nipped at my cheeks, reminding me that winter hadn’t fully loosened its grip on the city yet. I pulled my coat tighter around me and set off toward the coffee shop down the street.
The walk was short, but it gave me a moment to clear my head. As I approached the coffee joint, I noticed someone I recognized standing outside, her focus on the phone in her hands. I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to acknowledge Morgan or simply walk past. But something compelled me to approach her, and try to bridge the gap that had formed between us.
“Morgan,” I said, mustering up a smile despite the uneasy knot in my stomach.
She looked up, her gaze meeting mine briefly before darting back to her phone. “Declan,” she replied coolly.
She was so engrossed in her phone that she didn’t seem to notice the group of rowdy men approaching us on the sidewalk. They swaggered past, their raucous laughter putting me on high alert. As they passed us, one of them let out a low whistle, his gaze lingering on Morgan in a way that made my blood boil, and he called out, “Damn. Nice ass.”
I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me. Without a second thought, I stepped forward, positioning myself between Morgan and the men. “Hey, show some respect,” I snapped.
The men paused, their laughter fading as they turned toward us. “What’s it to you, pretty boy?” one of them sneered.
“My problem is you acting like a pig,” I shot back, my fists clenched at my sides. It wasn’t like me to start a fight, but I couldn’tnotdo anything when it came to Sean’s daughter. She may not trust me, but I loved Sean more than she disliked me.
The men exchanged smirks, clearly amused by my outburst. One of them, the apparent leader of the pack, took a step closer, his eyes narrowed with malicious intent. “You got a mouth on you, huh?”
Before I could respond, Morgan intervened by gripping my arm firmly. “Declan, let’s just go inside,” she urged.
Reluctantly, I tore my gaze away from the men and followed Morgan’s lead, allowing her to guide me toward the coffee shop.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” the one who had taunted me seethed.
Once inside the building, Morgan released her grip on my arm. “Thanks for stepping in, but you didn’t need to almost get in a fistfight.”
“That guy had no right to talk to you like that,” I snapped, unable to shake off the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
She gave me a small smile. “Yeah, well, it’s not the first time.”
“Still doesn’t make it right.”
