Page 66 of My Favorite Boss

“Mine too?”

I frowned. “I’m not sure, to be honest.”

“I have my own as well. I didn’t cancel it in case this place didn’t work out.”

“Then give me that number. I’ll know it’s my Magnolia calling, not Myers.”

“Okay.”

I leaned close and brushed a kiss to her full mouth. “Okay now?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll talk more tonight, all right? And decide what you want for dinner, and we’ll pick it up on the way.”

“I can cook.”

“I don’t want you to cook after a long day. We’ll grab something.”

She pursed her lips, looking stubborn. I had to smile at her expression. “If you want to cook, then you can. But simple. I don’t want to lose you for hours making dinner.”

She stood. “Okay. I’m going to get back to work.”

“You barely ate your lunch. Sit and finish it.”

“Later.”

I knew better than to argue with her. I reached into my pocket. “Ah, these are yours.”

She grimaced as she took the little bag, looking inside. “I think I’ll just throw them out.” She paused. “Where is the glow-in-the-dark one?”

I frowned, then chuckled. “I think Sam took it. He thought it might be fun for some adult magic.”

“Adult magic?”

“You know,” I teased. “Now you see it, now you don’t? Repeat…”

Her cheeks flushed and her eyes grew round. “Well then,” she muttered. “I hope he doesn’t have any allergies.”

I laughed as she walked out of the room. She was constantly surprising me. In my face and stern one moment, crazy and funny the next. Then shy. I never knew which Magnolia, Myers, or Maggie I was going to get.

And I was surprisingly okay with that.

MAGNOLIA

I was nervous the rest of the afternoon. I hadn’t entirely gotten over the whole “the condom I rolled onto his dick almost killed him” issue. He was calm and relaxed today, apologizing and being sweet Bane again. His decision that we would go to his place for dinner and to talk was unexpected, but I was excited to see his home and to make him dinner. Maybe to understand where he saw this relationship going. Assuming, of course, that he thought it was a relationship.

He was older than I was, jaded. I had no idea what his thoughts on us were for sure. I had checked him out on the internet, and his dating history was sparse. The pictures I could find all contained different women. There weren’t many, and he didn’t look happy in any of them. His brother, on the other hand, was everywhere. It looked as if he loved attention and being “caught” on camera. The only ones I saw of Bane with a smile were business-related, usually with his partners at the unveiling of one of their many successful projects. From the records I found in my desk, he’d had more assistants than girlfriends, and they never lasted long either.

Given his charming personality, it was a mystery.

Then I laughed. Bane was charming—if he let you in. I had a feeling that was rare.

He was in and out for meetings, and I stayed busy with the list of tasks he’d given me to handle. I was working on an Excel document when he walked in, Jessica from HR behind him.

I smiled, although my nerves kicked in. Had someone seen something?

But she stopped by my desk, handing me a memo. “The anti-bullying seminars start next week,” she informed me. “We’ll have an informal meeting with the outside group Bane has brought in, and then we’ll move on to the next step. We’re breaking it into two groups, so I need your preference.”