Mr. Grumpy Boss

by Lindsey Hart

“I can’t relax,” I pant. “I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t…if you don’t fix me. Down. There. And you can’t, because I’m not on the pill.” “I can’t get you pregnant with my tongue.”

“Promise me,” she whispers without meeting my eye. “That by Monday, this will all be back to normal. Us. This.” “We still have my sister’s wedding to get through though, and that will not be normal, I can promise you.” She groans. “Then I hope it goes by fast. Everything is easier when I don’t like you.” “Careful,” I parrot in her grandma’s voice. “Hate and love are very close to each other.”

“I did say I would take the room,” he relents because I’m obviously getting worked up. “I didn’t say we would. You don’t have to stay. Although…if you do want to, I wouldn’t say no.” “You wouldn’t say no?” I splutter. “Are you kidding me? This is supposed to be fake!” “Did last time feel fake?” he whispers throatily against my ear. “Dance with me.” His hand lands on the small of my back, sending a hurricane of sensation fluttering through me. “They just

put on some extra sappy song that is a classic wedding DJ move. How can you resist?” He’s clearly changing tactics.