Page 111 of My Favorite Boss

He slammed into me.

And my fate was sealed.

Every time Bane looked at me all day, he had a self-satisfied smile on his lips. I wanted to wipe it off, but for some reason, when he would look at me, I would smile back.

We had a quiet day on Saturday. He worked for a while and ran a couple of errands, while I curled on the sofa, reading. It was a relaxing day, and I enjoyed it.

Sunday morning after we ate, he pulled out a strange-looking contraption from a bag. I eyed it suspiciously.

“If you think I’m going to let you truss me up in that like you’re Mr. Grey, you can forget it, Bane.”

He frowned. “Who the hell is Mr. Grey? And when did he truss you up?”

“Not me. It was a movie.”

“A movie where there is trussing? Name, please.”

“Never mind.”

He stroked his chin. “I never thought about ‘trussing you up,’ but now you mentioned it…” He let his voice trail off suggestively, lifting his eyebrows in question.

“Not happening.”

He chuckled. “It’s for Hedgy.”

“What for?”

“So I can take him for walks. I thought he could come running with me eventually.”

“You do know he’s a cat, right? They don’t tend to do marathons. In fact, I doubt he’ll like walking either. Or the lead.”

“I read some cats do very well on a lead. I think Hedgy will love it. The walks will do him good.”

I finished my coffee, rising from my chair.

“Good luck with that, Bane.”

He snagged me around my waist as I went past him, pulling me close and kissing me. “I got you to agree to marry me, Myers. Teaching Hedgy to walk with a lead will be child’s play.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed away.

“You haven’t gotten me down the aisle yet,” I called over my shoulder.

A moment later, I was pressed against the wall, Bane crowding me with his body. “You promised.”

“I was being tortured. I agreed under duress.”

“You’re marrying me. That’s final.”

I wanted to tell him all he had to do was tell me he loved me and I would marry him today. I would stand beside him forever if he admitted his feelings. But I knew it was a useless cause.

“So romantic.”

He studied me with narrowed eyes. “Is that what you need, Maggie darling? Romance?”

I shrugged. “Wouldn’t hurt.”

“Done.” He backed away. “I’ll teach Hedgy to walk, and I am going to romance the hell out of you. You’ll be begging me to drag you down the aisle.”