His Temporary Assistant

It wasn’t much, but it suited me. When I had a hankering for television, I had a cool little projection unit that hooked up to my iPad so I could watch The Golden Girls on the one bare wall in my place.

I glanced at my phone—no reply yet.

While I waited, I pried the top of my cheese spread open and scooped some out. My cheese to Triscuit ratio was definitely out of whack. I shrugged and popped it in my mouth as my phone buzzed.

Instead of April’s name, the distinct letters I’d plugged into my contacts glowed from the screen.

PMS.

I licked off a stray bit of cheese from my thumb and read the preview.

PMS: I apologize for my behavior yesterday. I should not have contacted you after business hours. Nor should I have spoken to you with such familiarity.

Mercy, this dude had an iron rod shoved up his butt. I unlocked my phone and folded myself into the corner of my couch. Who the hell talked like that outside a Regency romance? I only knew because that was my mom’s favorite genre lately. I’d filched one of the old, scarred books with Fabio or some lookalike on the front the last time we’d had lunch.

She got them for like a dollar a bag at the library. She wouldn’t miss it. Probably.

Before I could reply, another text came through.

PMS: I hope we can clean the slate and start again.

Miss Moon: My slate’s in good shape. Takes a lot more than that to get my panties in a twist.

And there I went with the inappropriate talk. I couldn’t help myself. Hopefully, he wouldn’t turn out to be a troll when I got to the office on Monday.

Not that it mattered one way or the other. Maybe it would be better if he was a troll. Temporary boss and all that. Who needed eye candy I couldn’t act on?

Either way, I’d definitely have donuts in hand.

I quickly typed off another text.

Miss Moon: Guess I’ll just have to do your cards tonight to make sure we’re on the right path.

I wasn’t sure what had possessed me to say that. The little chat bubbles came up and stopped, and then resumed and stopped again. Maybe I’d gone too far.

Maybe? That was basically my life motto.

I scooped out another slab of cheese for my…man, only four crackers left? Ugh. I wiped my hands and retrieved my review deck and went back to my couch. I shuffled as I thought about the ever-repressed Preston Shaw.

Just how would our Monday go?

I had to know.

Six of Wands reversed, Justice, and Eight of Swords reversed with a Hanged Man shadow card.

Hmm. Not exactly surprising that Justice had showed up, considering he was a lawyer. But maybe we were both a little anxious about getting things right in the workplace.

The Hanged Man definitely wasn’t giving me much to go on.

I really hated to wait and see. Being patient topped the list of things I sucked at.

As I scooped up the cards, one fell to the floor.

King of Swords.

My logical and chilly boss-to-be right there in the flesh. The one who’d apparently decided to ghost me.

The cards weren’t giving me much to go on. PMS definitely wasn’t.