Page 102 of My Favorite Boss

“Dammit,” he muttered. He crouched in front of the door, grasping the doorknob, turning it. It barely moved.

“I need some light.”

“Wait. There was a flashlight up here.” I felt around the shelf. “Got it!”

I bent over him, focusing the light. He studied the handle. “It’s jammed. There’s a little notch. I think if I can fit something in it, I can jimmy it.”

I used the flashlight and found a couple of screwdrivers. I handed them to him. “Will these work?”

“Maybe. Shine the light for me.”

I crouched behind him, holding the light. “I need it that way,” he pointed. “Get in front of me.”

I did as he instructed and once again found myself crowded in a small space by Bane. His scent, the scent of us, washed over me, and I turned my head, meeting his gaze in the dim light.

“Stop,” he hissed. “I’m trying to get us out.”

“We could call someone.”

“Do you have your cell? Mine is sitting on my desk.”

“So is mine.”

“I figured. Aim the light, Magnolia.”

I did, ducking my head and steadying myself on the door. He muttered constantly as he tried to open the lock. I was getting warm, my legs going numb.

“I need to move.”

He grabbed the doorknob, rattling it, almost snarling in frustration. “Fucking thing. I’m going to break it down.”

Except the door opened suddenly, the light from the hall spilling in. I gasped as I pitched forward, Bane on top of me. I looked up into the startled gaze of Jessica from HR. She stared at me, then Bane, who was pushing himself up. My eyes widened at his appearance. His hair was everywhere, his collar undone and his tie loose. He had lipstick on his face. My lipstick. He looked mauled and, frankly, freshly fucked. I knew I must look equally as bad. We had been caught red-handed, so to speak.

“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Again? Why do I always have to find you?”

I met Jessica’s eyes and blurted the only thing that came to mind.

“We’re getting married.”

I waited for Bane to return, sitting in his office. Unable to stay still, I opened his cupboard and began reorganizing. My movements were swift, controlled. Sorting, piling up unneeded or outdated supplies. It didn’t take long, but the difference was incredible. I stood, brushing off my skirt, frowning at the safety pin holding the lace on the sleeve together. I would have to try to repair the damage—and change the buttons unless I could find the one I lost under Bane’s desk.

And I had no plans on looking right now. We were in enough turmoil as it was.

I turned to leave as he strode in, looking surprised to see me. “Magnolia, I thought you’d gone home.”

“I was waiting to see if I still had a job.”

He leaned on his desk and took my hands with a frown. “Of course you do.”

“What did you tell them?”

“That we got locked in and we were trying to get out. I told them how you were cleaning the shelves because you couldn’t bear the disorganization any longer.”

“They bought that?”

“Jessica saw how clean it was. I may have expounded a little on how hot the closet was, which is why my tie was loose and your lipstick was on my face, because of when we fell out of the room.”

“Really?”