Page 65 of My Favorite Boss

“Yes.”

“Incredible,” I observed. “You’re incredible, Myers.”

I ate steadily, enjoying the food. I wiped my fingers on the napkin and finished my coffee. I picked up a piece of cantaloupe, biting into the juicy flesh.

“Good,” I murmured.

“She was cutting it all up when I was there this morning.”

I chose a chocolate-covered strawberry, turning slightly and pressing the fruit to her lips. “Try it,” I urged.

She bit down, the juice bursting from the fruit. She licked at her lips, chewing slowly, and I ate the rest of the fruit, winking at her. “Myers-flavored.”

“Stop it.”

“Simply stating a fact.”

She opened her notebook, looking at me expectantly. I sighed and rattled off a list of items I wanted checked, some calls I wanted made, and the final question.

“What do you want for dinner?”

“Oh, ah…”

I took her notebook from her hands and set it on the table.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “For my anger, for upsetting you.”

“I know.”

“Why are you still so upset?”

To my shock and discomfort, her lip began to tremble. Her gaze dropped, and her voice was low when she spoke. “You were hurting, and you sent me away. I didn’t know if you were all right. I didn’t know if I could call or text you and ask.”

“Maggie darling,” I said, touched by her concern.

Her eyes met mine, bright with tears. “I stood across the street, waiting to see if you would show up this morning. Then I went and got your fruit.”

“That was thoughtful.” I nudged her knee with mine. “And I liked your creative poem.”

“I wasn’t sure if I should make a joke of it or if you’d be too angry with me. When I walked in, I decided maybe you were leaning toward anger, so I took it back.”

“Your poem was perfect.” I slid my hand over hers. “I wasn’t angry. I was worried this morning. You did nothing wrong. We were caught up in our passion. You had a condom, and I was so overcome thinking about being inside you that I didn’t say anything. So it’s on me.”

“Did you get some, ah, safe ones?”

“I will. It’s gonna be a few days until I’m ready, I think.” I grinned, wanting her to smile. I hated seeing her upset. “We can go online tonight and pick some.”

Her gaze dropped to my crotch. “And he’ll be okay?”

“Absolutely. Sam says no permanent damage.”

She blew out a long sigh. “Okay.”

“And you can call me anytime, Magnolia.”

“Your cell phone isn’t monitored?”

“No. We all have our own cell phones. The company pays the bills, but they belong to us. They aren’t monitored.”