Wife to the Boss (Managing the Bosses 6)

“Or we could do it at my house. We have a huge kitchen to play around in.” Jamie smiled as the realization that making friends might not be such a bad thing. After having a knife wedged in her back too many times, she'd written off the idea of trying to get close to anyone years before. Maybe things were changing.

“Oh, man. To see the Reid mansion? I would love that.” Jasmine smiled.

“Then it's a date.” Jamie walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. “Let me find a day that works and I'll let you know.”

“Awesome. If you change your mind about tonight's happy hour, just come find us. They have White Russians without the liquor, too, you know.”

Jamie chuckled at the thought of drinking a glass of milk while everyone else was getting toasty. Things surely had changed.

*

The day rushed by faster than she wanted it to, and the brilliance of the sunset was painting her office with burnt oranges and reds by the time she glanced up again. A growl left her and she got up, knocking on the door that led from her office to Alex’s.

His muffled voice was all she needed to hear.

“I'm done with my stuff. It took longer than I thought.” She walked in and ran her fingers through her hair before reaching back and putting her long blond locks up into a messy bun. “You ready to get started on your stuff”?”

“Yeah. I think you need something to eat, though. Let's have Justin order something for us before he leaves for the day.” He glanced up from his desk and watched her. “You feeling okay? I don't want you to overdo it. Seriously.”

Alex absently rubbed his chest, and Jamie couldn't help but notice that his face was slightly flushed.

“Me overdo it? Never.” She walked to his closed door and reached for the handle. “What do you want for dinner, handsome?”

“Anything Lilliana wants will work”,” he chuckled, but didn't look back up as his fingers flew over his keyboard.

“Chinese it is.” Jamie walked across the hall to the foyer. Jason was packing up, from what she could tell.

“Hey, Jamie. How are you?” He smiled.

“I'm good. Can you give me the dinner menu file from your desk drawer? We're staying late tonight.”

“You want me to stay, too? I don't mind.” He bent over and grabbed the file.

Jamie could see why the other girls in the office thought he was attractive. He was handsome, but in a studious way. He could have easy been head of the chess club, and yet without his glasses and a little bit of sprucing up, would have looked good on the front of GQ, too.

“Nope. We're good.” She took the folder from him. “Everything okay with you?”

“Couldn't be better, actually. I love it here.” He smiled and picked up his bag. “I'm heading out, but if you need me—”

“I'll call. See you tomorrow.” She made her way back to Alex's office and set the folder down.

“Did he call it in?” Alex mumbled.

“No, but I will.” She pulled the menu out and walked to close the door. “Is your chest okay? You look a tad upset and your rubbing it nonstop is starting to worry me.”

He let out a short sigh and turned in his chair as she walked toward him. “Am I rubbing it a lot?”

“Enough for me to notice.” She set the menu down on his desk as he reached for her.

“I'm sorry. I probably need to talk to the doc about blood pressure medication or start running an hour a day. It’s just stress. This shit never used to bother me.”

She sat down in his lap and snuggled against him as he ran his hand down her back and cupped her butt. “Or just start making love to your wife more often.” Jamie wagged her eyebrows before leaning down and kissing him. The kiss moved from sweet and friendly to hungry within a few seconds.

Alex slid his hand up into her hair, undoing the bun and running his fingers through the long silky strands as he worked his tongue in and out of her mouth.

Jamie groaned and tightened her hold on him. “I wanna taste you.”

“Later tonight, baby. I need us to get through this, or my stress is just going to continue to get worse.” He popped her rear softly. “Order us dinner, woman. Then we'll get busy.”