Page 27 of My Grumpy Boss
“We’re late!” I snap as I hop on one foot to pull on my pants.
Hudson leans up on one elbow, glancing at the clock, then back at me.
“I’m buying you a new alarm clock,” he growls as he throws his legs over the edge of the bed and tugs on his shirt.
“It’s not the alarm clock; it’s that I forgot to set it,” I argue. “Someonewas distracting me.”
“If I recall, you liked me distracting you.”
“Yeah, well…” I trail off lamely as I grab a shirt and pull it on.
“I have to run home and get clean clothes. Are you ready? I can drive us to my place and then to work.”
“Not yet. I’ll just walk to work,” I tell him.
The truth is that I need a minute away from Hudson. I need some time to get my head on straight after all of the revelations of this weekend.
“I’ll see you at the office?” he asks, pulling on his boxers and pants.
I nod distractedly.
Hudson grabs me as I move to get my shoes, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he pulls me against him. My body heats at the contact, a flame sparking to life, and I bite my bottom lip, trying to get myself under control.
Focus, Hazel!I yell at myself.
“Yeah, see you at the office.”
He nods, smiling as he kisses me. Grabbing his shoes, he heads for the door. I wait until it closes behind him before dropping onto my bed and letting out a sigh.
Oh my god!I think, staring at the ceiling.I just spent the whole weekend having sex with my boss.
I take a few deep breaths, then stand to grab my phone off the bedside table. That’s when I see all the missed calls and texts from Scout.
“Shit, I was supposed to call her on Friday,” I whisper, hitting her name and praying that nothing serious happened as I wait for her to pick up.
“Finally!” she shouts when the call connects. “I was about to call the police and file a missing persons report on you!”
“Sorry, I…” I trail off.
I don’t even know what to say. Where do I begin?
“Hazel? What’s going on?” she asks, her tone worried.
Tears sting my eyes for some reason, and I suck in a shaky breath.
“This weekend, I…I slept with Hudson,” I blurt out in a rush.
Silence greets that statement, and my heart races.
Oh God! Does Scout think I made a mistake? Did I?
“Was it good?” she asks finally.
I choke on a laugh. “Yeah. Really good.”
“So why do you sound upset?”
“I don’t even know. I just, I feel like we were in a bubble all weekend. We never talked about the future or us or whatever. Now I have to see him at work, and I don’t know how to act. I don’t know where I stand.”
