Page 21 of My Hottest Obsession

“You don’t have to do that,” she protests, and it’s almost like a reflex for her.

“It’s pouring out. I can’t have you walking around in that storm.”

She nods, looking away from the windows, and I shift on my feet.

“Just let me set this on my desk and I’ll be ready to go. My driver is already waiting in the parking garage.”

“Okay… thanks, Boss Man.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

She stands to gather her things, ignoring my pet name for her. I smile softly as I head into my office and get ready to leave too. By the time I come back out, she’s waiting by the elevator. She hits the button when she sees me, and I rest my hand at the small of her back as we step on.

“What are you doing tonight?” I ask her as we ride down to the lobby.”

“Laundry.”

“Sounds exciting. Need any help with that?”

“Nope,” she says, a secret smile playing around her lips.

The elevator doors open, and we step out, mingling with the other people heading home for the night. The rain is pouring down outside, and I wait until I see Patrick pull up before I lead her out. I hold my briefcase over her head as we sprint for the big black SUV.

“Hey,” Goldie says to Patrick, and he smiles.

“Hello, Ms. Goldie.”

“How did you know that was my name?” She asks as I close the door.

“I talk about you a lot,” I tell her, and she looks surprised.

A pretty pink blush stains her cheeks as we pull away from the curb and merge with the thick evening traffic. The rain is making things worse, but I don’t mind. It just means more time with Goldie.

“Are you hungry?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.

Her stomach growls a second later, and she sighs. I grin, and she narrows her eyes at me.

“I can eat at home,” she tells me, and I shake my head.

“Patrick, think that we can make a stop somewhere for some food?”

“Of course, sir. Just let me know where.”

“What are you hungry for, baby?” I ask Goldie.

“Pizza.”

“Pepperoni and mushroom, right?”

She seems surprised that I know that and nods.

“From Manzini’s?” I ask.

“Yes.”

Patrick nods, taking a right and heading toward Goldie’s favorite pizza place. It’s only a few miles from her apartment, but with traffic being this awful, it might take us an hour to get back to her place. I’m hoping so, anyway.

I pull out my phone and call to order. By the time we pull up out front a few minutes later, the pizza is ready to go. Patrick runs in for us, and Goldie and I thank him when he gets back.

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