Page 31 of Bossman

“Thank you. Polite wasn’t working.”

Of course, as soon as the drunk was no longer a problem, the bartender came to settle my tab. “What can I get you, Chase?” Or maybe not.

“I’ll take a Sam Adams.”

She turned to me. “You want me to close out your tab, right?”

“You’re leaving? I just got here. You have to have one drink with me.”

I wanted to. I really wanted to. But I knew I should probably go. Chase read the hesitation on my face.

“Close her tab. Bring another of whatever she’s drinking, and put it on my tab. We’re going to move to a table where it’s quieter.”

The bartender took his direction, and I shook my head, even though I was smiling.

“No one ever says no to you, do they?” I asked.

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

A minute later, Chase had both of our drinks in one hand and used the other to guide me toward a quiet table in the back. Once settled, he sipped his beer, watching me over the bottle. “Thanks for the invite tonight, by the way.”

I stopped with my drink mid-way to my lips. “I didn’t even know everyone went out on Thursday nights. I’m the new girl. You could have told me about it.”

“Tried to. Came by your office, but you were already gone.”

I’d actually sat at my desk and thought about stopping by Chase’s office to mention everyone was going for drinks. But in my head, it had felt like I would be asking him for more than just joining a group for happy hour.

“Well…we’re both here now,” I said. “You worked pretty late tonight.”

“I had dinner plans, actually.”

His answer made me feel anxious…and maybe a teeny bit jealous. “Oh.”

I felt him staring at me, yet avoided his eyes as I stirred my drink. When I finally looked up, his eyes searched for something in mine.

“With my sister, not a date. It’s a regular weekly thing.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

“No. You didn’t ask. But you were disappointed when I said I had dinner plans.”

“I was not.”

“Looked that way to me.”

“I think your conceitedness clouds your judgment of what you see sometimes.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“So it wouldn’t stir any feelings inside of you if I told you I was late because I was busy fucking someone?”

My jaw clenched, but I forced a mask onto my face and shrugged. “Not at all. Why would it bother me? You’re my boss, not my boyfriend.”

Surprising me, Chase dropped it and changed the subject. “So how do you like it so far at Parker Industries?”

“I love it, actually. It reminds me a lot of when I first started at Fresh Look. Everyone is so open-minded and in touch with the people who actually use the products. Even though Fresh Look is a smaller company than Parker, it took on investors over the years, and they began to control more and more of how Fresh Look marketed. Eventually, management started to lose sight of who we were marketing to—the board of directors or the women who used the cosmetics.”