I shake my head. “Nothing.”
“June, you look like someone told you that they’re never going to make rainbow sprinkles again.” He stares at me. “And you didn’t even give me shit about making an actual, real-life joke. Something’s wrong. What is it?”
“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head despite the irritation filling me once more. “I’m fine. I deleted a spreadsheet, but I fixed it.”
His eyes narrow, but instead of letting it drop as I hoped, he reaches down, tugging me until I’m standing before him, a bit of my defenses melting away with the move.
“Tell me what’s wrong? What’s dulling your sunshine, June?”
“I hate that you notice things,” I grumble, but he just smiles wider. When did our personalities swap?
“Well, you’re stuck with it, so spill. What’s wrong? Has your luck run out?” he asks with a small tilt of his lips, and my nose scrunches.
“No, I’m just having a bad day. Everyone has bad days, you know.”
He smiles down at me, that small dimple coming out as he pushes a lock of loose hair behind my ear. “I bet that if you’dstayed at my place last night, it would have been a good day.” I glower. “Why’s it a bad day? Tell me so I can fix it.” I open my mouth to argue, but he lifts an eyebrow, and I sigh before the word vomit starts.
“I got my period this morning, and I have cramps, and I’m starving, but nothing sounds good, so I haven’t eaten yet today. My car finally crapped out, and Miles has it now, which means I’m going to argue with him about paying for it, and then tonight I’ll probably have to argue with you about buying me a new one or something stupid. Claire keeps bugging me about my birthday, and I just erased my stupid spreadsheet, and I keep getting the most annoying spam calls. I still haven’t heard from the town, which means they probably hated my mural proposal, and I’m the laughingstock of the chamber of commerce, and—” My throat starts to ache as the words spill out. Something drops to the ground, and he takes my jaws in both of his hands and cuts off my words with a soft kiss.
As annoying as it is, it eases a bit of the tension in my chest.
When he pulls back, he bends down, grabs the bag he dropped, and hands it to me. Spotting the Seaside Coffee logo on the side, I instinctively know it’s a donut, and my eyes water.
Graham doesn’t stop, though, instead grabbing me, setting my ass on my desk, and watching as I open the bag.
“Hungry for a donut?” he asks, and my lips wobble as I nod and reach into the bag, taking one of the two rainbow sprinkled donuts out. I chew a bite of the treat, the sugar hitting just right and making me sigh with contentment.
“Now. I’ll try to deal with Claire and your birthday. You fixed the spreadsheet? If not, I can call IT, see if they can recover it.”
I shake my head. “I got it.”
“Do you need anything for your cramps or period? Medicine, tampons?”
I shake my head, though the idea of Graham getting tampons for me does perk up my mood a bit.
“I’ve got what I need.”
“Now, the mural proposal.”
My stomach drops again.
“They hate it. That’s the only explanation,” I murmur before taking another too-big bite, sating my self-pity with sugar and Red Dye 40. He rolls his eyes, stepping between my legs, dipping his head to kiss me again as if he can’t help himself.
“I never thought I’d have to outshine you in the positivity department, but I guess there’s a first time for everything,” he mumbles against my lips. “June, the deadline has barely passed. You need to give it time.”
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” I whine, even though I know he’s right. He lifts an eyebrow, lips tipping in a smirk.
“I can give you something else to think about.”
I glower at him.
“No, Graham, we’re at work.”
“I’m the boss. I can do what I want.”
“I also have my period, and while some people are cool with that, I have never been into that.”
“I could make you feel good,” he says, hand moving up my thigh and making me shiver. “I don’t have to get anything out of it. I hear orgasms help.” For the briefest moment, I contemplate his offer before common sense kicks in.
