I don’t respond, just look at him in question with my head tilted slightly.
He takes my silence as acquiescence, and let’s face it… he’s the boss so he can come and go in my office as he pleases. When he takes a seat opposite my desk, I take a moment—just a few seconds really—to appreciate the hotness of Lawyer Matthew. He looks utterly resplendent in his dark gray suit that is perfectly tailored to fit his frame, and he’s rocking a buttery yellow tie with gray striping. His hair is perfectly styled, but there is a tiny hint of stubble on his chin. He appraises me with his golden eyes, and I wait patiently to see what he wants.
After glancing around my office and taking note of my bare walls, he says, “Aren’t you going to decorate in here?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “Sure… one day.”
He’s quiet for another few moments, and then his eyes finally settle on mine with a look of frustration. “Look… I want to apologize for what I said the other day. I was more than a little unsettled when you walked in, and it had nothing to do with that bullshit about you being ‘doe-eyed’. In fact, I’m not even sure what the hell that means myself.”
I snicker to myself but don’t let him see anything more than genuine interest on my face. It certainly will not help my boss to know I find him adorable in a weird sort of way.
“It’s important to me that my business stay business, and my personal remain personal. Understand?”
“Totally,” I say in firm agreement.
“I mean… the other night, we were explosive,” he adds.
“To the moon,” I supply.
“And that has no business in this office.”
“No place at all.”
“No matter how hot that experience was.”
“It’s not even an issue.”
“So… we’re in agreement?”
“I have no clue,” I say sincerely, only because I really have no idea what he’s getting at. “But if what you’re trying to say is that what we had was amazing, but that it is over and done with, then I’m in full agreement.”
Matt stands up. “Then we can put that in the past and never think about it again?”
“It’s already gone from my mind,” I say with resolve.
“Good,” Matt says emphatically, although his face still carries a touch of worry.
Or is that regret?
I don’t want there to be any animosity between my boss and me, and while yeah… I’m still going to continue to think about that amazing night because—BEST SEX EVER—it was never meant to be anything more than a one-night stand, and our time has indeed passed.
“Thanks for the apology, Matt, and I’m really looking forward to working for you.”
He gives me a smile, and his two dimples pop out. “Yeah, me too.”
When he walks out and the door closes behind him, I let my forehead thunk down on my desk and groan.
It’s so weird that I know what my boss looks like naked.
“Personally, I suggest you keep your lips sealed and let me do the talking,” Lorraine growls at me as we walk toward Matt’s office. She still hasn’t forgiven me for asking about my missed paychecks, convinced I’m trying to sabotage her.
Perhaps the greatest thing about this new employment with Connover and Crown is that Lorraine is no longer the boss of me. I mean… sure, she has supervisory authority over me on some of the cases, but Matt is my boss, and she can no longer threaten to fire me every other day. It makes me want to just stop in my tracks, put my thumbs in my ears, stick my tongue out while waggling my fingers at her, and say, “Neener, neener, neener”.
Childish, I know, which is why that particular fantasy will just reside in my head. Along with all my hot fantasies of my night with my boss, Number 134.