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Wyn bites her lip. “Jake, Mr. Ettin probably wants to go…”
“Ah, Mom, can he stay for dinner?”
“Not tonight, baby.” Both his and my face fall, and Wyn groans. “Another time.”
“You promise?” Jake demands.
“I promise.”
“Don’t worry, little buddy, I won’t let her forget.”
She pierces me with a mock glare, and I laugh as I get up and walk to the door. I hesitate for a moment.
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
“Yes. I’ll be there, bright and early.”
I leave, my heart lighter than it’s been for days. Going to Wyn’s house was just the ticket to clearing up the air.
The only thing that could make me happier is when I win our bet and I get my kiss.
CHAPTER SEVEN
WYN
It’s Friday— the last day of the bet.
In less than two hours, Mr. Ettin is going to march into my office and demand…the unthinkable.
My eyes water and burn from staring so hard at the screen, running campaign numbers while praying for a different outcome—except it doesn’t matter how many times I check, the results are always the same.
I lost.
It’s utterly galling. I wasn’t supposed to lose! For one thing, I really wanted those gender neutral bathrooms for everyone in the building, but that Mr. Ettin won sucks the most.
He’ll rub this in my face for the rest of my days. I slap my hands on top of my desk, wincing at the pain stinging my palms.
Part of me wants to hide in my office and hope that my boss doesn’t look under the desk, but I know he’ll be here soon.
Goodness knows that if the numbers were in my favor, I would prance onto his floor with paint brushes in hand and a satisfied grin on my face.
Thirty minutes until quitting time, and I’m practically bouncing in my chair. There’s no way Mr. Ettin forgot about the bet.
Oh god, he’s toying with me.
That evil, sadistic, handsome bastard is purposefully letting me stew while my nerves build up because when he does show up, I’m going to have to…
My face heats as I think of his prize—a kiss. A kiss! My throat tightens just thinking about Mr. Ettin’s smug face when he made that particular demand, knowing it would fluster me.
At ten minutes until I’m officially off, I make a decision—to address all of this on Monday. At least then, I’ll have the weekend to come up with something to get out of having to touch the man.
Honestly though, if the guy knew the last time I kissed someone, he might think again. My smooching skills are beyond rusty.
With shaky hands, I toss my phone into my purse and turn off my computer. If I sneak out now, there’s little chance of Mr. Ettin catching me.
After a quick look outside of my office to make sure my boss isn’t already on my floor, I powerwalk to the stairs, ignoring everyone around me.
For all they know, I’m just using the restroom. I’ve never left work early before, too scared of the consequences, but today’s the exception.
