Page 577 of Manhattan Bossholes

For the briefest moment I wished Cameron was talking about himself, but reason took over. Why would a billionaire have any interest in someone like me? And besides, the kindhearted dog owner stuff was just a tiny facet of the person I knew as a complete bosshole.

But…which part was the true Cameron O’Connor?

“I need to get him home, or else he’s going to start helping himself to your groceries. He knows when it’s dinnertime.”

I laughed as Boris went from a full recline in my lap to upright alert at the mention of dinner.

“Told you,” Cameron chuckled. “Anyway, thanks for taking my mind off the bullshit I’m facing.” Tension briefly flashed across his face.

“I owe you thanks for being my grocery sherpa.” I stood up and paused. “And for being an ear about the Unhinged Heart stuff.”

“I thought we weren’t ever going to talk about that again.”

“Right, of course!” I pretended to cross it out in the air in front of me. “Striking it from the records.”

“Exactly,” he said agreeably.

We stared at one another in silence for a few seconds, like neither one wanted to move out of the bubble we’d created in my tiny kitchen. Boris broke the spell for us, running to the doorway, then turning back to bark at Cameron.

“See what I mean? Dinner,” he said, following his dog out.

Tyler and Nina were still engrossed in conversation in our family room, so much so that they didn’t even notice when we appeared.

“Boris and I are heading upstairs,” Cameron said.

I kept forgetting my boss lived in my building. I sort of liked the idea and hated it at the same time.

“Right, me too,” Tyler said quickly.

Nina finally woke up from the spell he’d cast on her, blinking like she was adjusting to bright light. “It was so great talking with you. Thanks for the advice.”

“Advice?” Cameron frowned as he glanced between the pair. “Are you an aspiring songwriter?”

She laughed. “No, not even close. Tyler told me about a fantasy series he’s reading, and now I want to read it too.”

“We could start a texting book club to discuss it,” he said, sounding adorably excited.

I glanced at Cameron, and he shrugged helplessly.

“Anyway, we’re out of here,” he said. “See you Monday, Fagin.”

Why did it feel flirty?

The minute the door shut behind them, Nina squealed silently and jumped up and down, clapping her hands.

“Did that really just happen? Tyler Boyd was in our apartment?”

“Don’t get too excited. He’s besties with a bosshole,” I said, trying to ignore the fizzy sensation in my chest.

Nina snorted at me. “Bosshole? That guy? Did you see the way he acted with his dog?”

“I guess,” I said with a noncommittal shrug. “But who doesn’t love dogs?”

“I think you forgot to tell me something very important about your new boss…”

I tipped my head at her in confusion.

“He’s hot as hell!” she covered her mouth and burst into laughter.