I laugh. “Not much.”
I kind of like it when he calls me Grasshopper, but not as much as when he calls me Good Girl.
Damn.
His phone buzzes and he checks it. “Sorry, I need to take this. It’s Rosetta.”
I scrape the remains off my plate. The pie was delicious, but I’m stuffed now.
He laughs. “Good to hear,” he says. “Well, you take care of yourself. Take advantage of this. George can wait on you hand and foot.”
He ends his call and smiles.
“How is she doing?” I ask, eager to know.
“She’s great,” he tells me. “But I think she may be on drugs.”
I laugh. “Well, good for her.”
He glances at his phone, wide-eyed. “Wow, it’s already three o’clock.”
No way. We’ve been chatting for two hours? “Sorry,” I say. “I’ve monopolized your attention. I should be working.”
He shoots me a playful grin. “No need to be sorry. I was a willing participant. Perhaps I’m the one who should apologize.”
I smile playfully. “Definitely not.”
God, am I flirting? Are we flirting? Am I flirting with my boss?
I stand nervously, and start to clear the table. “Well, thanks so much for lunch. It was great. I can tidy all this up if you wish.”
“I wouldn’t dream of letting you do that.” He helps me tidy. “Thanks for the company, by the way. I appreciate it.”
I smile, but say nothing. He keeps robbing me of speech.
We both clean up the kitchen, working in unison, not a single word uttered. He is meticulous, and I attempt to mimic his actions. I’m awkward, all thumbs. Finally, he relieves me from my misery. “Get back to work, Grasshopper,” he says with a wink, and my stomach goes topsy-turvy.
“Are you sure, Mr. Hanson?”
He scowls at me.
“Uh… I mean Weston.”
He shoots me another playful wink. “That’s better.”
I scurry out, my insides shaking. My heart is still beating at a frantic pace when I get back to my desk. I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but there’s definitely something going on between us, an unmistakable chemistry.
Or maybe it’s all wishful thinking. Perhaps I’m just projecting. Because I’m so drawn to him, I might be imagining a reciprocated attraction.
Yep. In my dreams.
