Page 112 of Melt for You (Slow Burn 2)
What was that? What’s wrong with me? Am I getting sick? I put the back of my hand to my forehead, but it’s cool and dry, no sign of fever.
“So what else did pretty boy say in his email?” calls Cam from the living room.
I’m too distracted to give him the details. “My laptop’s on the bed if you want to check it out.”
In a few moments, he strolls into the kitchen with the laptop, sits at the table, and starts to read. Almost immediately, he’s making faces.
“What’s wrong?”
“I like him better in email than in person.”
That makes me laugh out loud. “Oh ho! So you admit Mr. Repressed has a cute side!”
My laugh makes him grouchy. “I said no such thing. Let’s not get carried away, lass. I’m just admittin’ he might have a certain charm in electronic communications that doesn’t translate into real life.” His voice hardens. “Even if he was tryin’ to get you to send nudes.”
“Yeah, but I remembered what you said about dropping crumbs, so I took your advice and sent him a picture of my earlobe instead.”
“Seems like it worked. Pretty boy’s fallin’ all over himself here.” He’s quiet for a moment, then says sharply, “Did you read this part about the policy against subordinates and supervisors bein’ in a relationship?”
I sigh, putting the plate of food into the microwave to reheat. “Yeah. It’s a bummer, but I guess we’ll just have to be extra careful.”
“Extra careful as in not sendin’ emails like this over the company server?”
I freeze in horror. “Oh shit.”
“Aye, oh shit is right. Dumb ass.”
Outraged, I turn and stare at him. “Did you just call me a dumb ass?”
“I’m callin’ him a dumb ass, because he is, because he should fucking know better! He’s the CEO, for Christ’s sake!”
“I should know better, too!”
Cam sighs and drags a hand through his hair. “Aye. But you’re a woman in love. They’re always blind as fuckin’ bats.” He glances up at me. “Sorry. Not to lump you in with the rest of your gender, but in my personal experience, a woman loses her damn mind when she falls in love. And most of the time she loses herself in the process, too.”
His look is a little too pointed for comfort. I turn away, occupying myself with watching the plate turn on the carousel in the microwave. “I’ll go in and delete everything later. I’ll make sure he does, too. I don’t think there’s anything too incriminating. We’re not admitting we’re in a relationship, we’re just talking about the possibilities. Besides, it won’t be a problem unless someone is looking for something, which they aren’t.”
Yet.
Thinking of all the complications an office romance with Michael will most likely entail, I rub my hand over my forehead. Before it was just a lovely dream, but now reality is setting in, and it’s a lot less dreamy.
I could lose my job.
He’s worth it. He’ll protect you.
Will he? If his own job is on the line?
He’s a good man. You can trust him. Everything will be fine.
You’re too old to be impractical. You have no experience doing anything else. If you get fired from Maddox Publishing, you’ll be temping as a receptionist or living with your parents within a few months.
I rest my forehead on the microwave door and groan.
“You havin’ a breakdown over there, lassie? Do I need to call the paramedics?”
“No. I’m just beginning to realize this thing with Michael might be more complicated than I thought.” My laugh is rueful. “Or didn’t think. It was never a possibility before, not really. But now . . .”
After a moment, Cam says, “Reality’s settin’ in.”
