“Time for you to go.” Time for him to go? The other man made another face before focusing on me and asking, angrily, “You got a boyfriend?” Me? A boyfriend? “I’m none of your business,” Rip kept talking. “You can go home now.” I wasn’t sure why I reached over, but I did, and touched my boss’s forearm, earning his attention. “What are you doing here?” I just about hissed at him. Those blue-green eyes slid toward me, still lazily, and his cheek moved just enough to tell me that might have been considered a smile. “Ending this bullshit-ass date you’re on,” he stated, confusing me even more.
Oop-💀
