Falling for Your Boss (Love Clichés, #2)

by Emma St. Clair

“I love that you’re so tall,” I say, not even embarrassed as my secrets spill out like candy from a piñata. She has broken me open, and I’m hanging by a thread, everything inside rushing out. “I love the color of your hair. Your eyes.” She giggles a little and I shush the protest that I can sense rising in her throat. “I love the way you don’t let the other women in the office walk all over you. I love the way you raise that eyebrow and shoot lasers from your eyes. I love your stunning mind. I love how you laugh with Nancy. Do you know that I watched Pride and Prejudice for you? I had to google the hand thing, and I still don’t get it, but—” “Gavin—” “Sh. Let me admire you. Please.” When she settles again with a tiny sigh, I continue to lay out my catalogue of her qualities. The ones I’ve carefully tucked away for a moment such as this, a moment I thought would only exist in my mind. The fantasy Gavin had much smoother moves than real-life Gavin. I’m making a fool of myself.