“Is that what it would take for you to stop lusting after me?” I snap and he looks up at the ceiling and lets out a huge sigh. “You got me, Shortcake.” “Oh, I’ve got you all right.” We’re both breathing a little harder than the situation warrants. We each set down our mugs and face off. “I will never work for you. There’ll be no polyester dress. I’ll resign if you get it. It should go without saying.” He looks genuinely surprised for a fraction of a second. “Oh, really.” “Like you wouldn’t quit if I got it.” “I’m not sure.” He’s gimlet-eyed with speculation.
