Page 127 of One Bossy Disaster


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CEO and intern.

Strangers once more.

That’s all we are.

All we evershouldbe.

There’s no good reason I should feel like I’m losing a massive, hurting slice of my heart and heading home empty.

No reason at all.

* * *

A long walkon the beach and taking the long way home through Pike Place, followed by an evening snuggling with Molly and a good book, still can’t clear my head.

That’s due to the most invasive, erotic dreams of my life that night.

Shepherd Foster has me tossing and turning and wishing I could forget so many things.

His delicious weight on my body.

His freckles, always so light and muted unless you really notice them in the light.

That nagging faded scar on his face hiding so many questions I want to ask.

The delirious way he kisses like a man laying claim, and now that I’m his, I’ve forgotten how to be anything else.

I wake up alone in bed, dizzy and disjointed as I look down. Mol must’ve overheated at some point overnight and crawled on the floor, flattening herself out like she sometimes does. I can hear her snoring softly.

Streetlamp-yellow creeps past the gap in my curtains, and I know I’ve officially lost it.

These aren’t normal Destiny thoughts.

They’re dirty, regressive, depraved.

I roll over and check the time, inwardly cursing the primitive instincts living inside my twenty-first-century body.

Half past five a.m.

Painfully early, but it’s not worth going back to sleep now.

Molly leaps up beside me when she hears me moving with a big stretch, wags twice, and licks her lips.

“I can always count on you for an early breakfast, can’t I?”

She licks my face in agreement.

At least I caught her awake before my alarm went off.

Normally, she bolts up like a crazy dog, bursting with excitement for bacon and cheese and her morning run.

I’m a morning person, too, even if I don’t have puppy energy.

But for the first time ever, I’m dreading today.

As soon as I get moving, it’s back to the status quo. The weekend, over and forgotten like one more fever dream.

Shepherd Foster, nothing but an illusion.

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