Page 98 of My Favorite Boss

“Sorry, Mother. I forgot to lock the door. It happens when Maggie Mae here is around. I can’t keep my hands to myself.” I turned, pressing a kiss to Myers’s forehead. “My fiancée smiles, and everything else disappears.”

I wasn’t sure who was more shocked by my words.

Me.

My mother.

Or Myers.

I sat on my chair, hanging my head in my hands. I couldn’t believe what I had done. What I had said.

My mother had spewed out a bunch of garbage about Myers not being good enough for me, and I told her to get out. She had stormed away, and Myers had turned to me, calm and steady.

“I doubt she’ll be paying another visit soon.”

Then she headed down the hall, not even bringing up my word bomb.

I heard her come into the office, shut the door, and the sound of liquid being poured. She leaned on the desk in front of me, running her fingers through my hair.

“Poor Bane,” she murmured.

I grunted, leaning into her softness and letting her tickle the strands of my hair and run her fingers along my neck.

“I brought you coffee and Advil.”

I sat up, taking the pills and coffee, grateful it was black. Now was not the time for cream and foam.

I took a deep swallow, almost choking on the flavor.

“What the hell?” I sputtered.

“Brandy,” she said with a grin. “I thought you needed it.”

She wasn’t wrong.

“Warn a guy next time.”

“Like you warned me?”

I grimaced. I deserved that.

“I mean, calling me that?”

“I know⁠—”

She kept going as if I hadn’t spoken. “You rarely call me anything but Myers in the office. Hearing you say Maggie Mae, I almost swallowed my tongue.”

I gaped at her. That was what surprised her?

Then she winked. “Add in the fiancée part, and I almost expired on the spot.” She shook her head. “What were you thinking, Bane?”

I had to laugh. She was ridiculous.

I pulled her between my legs, burying my head into her warmth. “I wasn’t thinking. I was reacting.” I pinched her ass playfully. “To the ‘he ruts very well’ comment.”

Myers scoffed. “As if we were a couple of farmyard animals.”

“I’m sure, to my mother, we were.”