Falling for Your Boss (Love Clichés, #2)

by Emma St. Clair

Nancy smiles at me as I approach her desk, which is just across from Gavin’s closed office door. She is a bright spot in the office with her easy smiles and grandmotherly persona. But today she seems a little too bright. Her cheeks look flushed, and her eyes are glassy. “Are you okay, Nancy?” “Oh, yes. I’m fine. Mostly. I didn’t sleep well last night. I started watching Pride and Prejudice and just couldn’t stop.” I smile. “The mini-series?” She looks down at me over her bifocals. “Like that newer one could compare. You can’t cram Jane Austen into a two-hour movie. It’s insulting. Plus, that Colin Firth is hard to beat.” “I don’t disagree with you there. But I have to say that I’m one of the people who loves Matthew MacFadyen just a little bit more. I think he pulls of the grumpy countenance better. And I do love a grumpy countenance.” Nancy clucks her tongue and opens her mouth to speak, when a voice interrupts us. A deep, rich voice that has a direct line to some primal part of me. It’s a voice that makes me think of chocolate and dark coffee and warm kisses. “What’s this about a grumpy countenance?” Oh. My. Holy. Crackers. Even my inner monologue is too thrown off to make sense. For sure, my mouth isn’t about to answer Gavin. “Just having a little debate about men,” Nancy says with a wave of her hand. No. No, she didn’t. My horrified gaze flies to Gavin, whose mouth tips up in a half smile. The kind that makes me want to press my mouth to the corner, just to see how it ...