Page 13 of At the Boss's Mercy
Chapter Four
“What are you doing?”Abigail asked, laughing.
“Simple.I have arranged for us to go on a picnic.The sun is shining and we all know summer does not exactly last that long.Come on.”
Waking up next to Roman was a surreal experience.
Not only had he called to have one of his suits delivered to her apartment, he’d also called for a picnic basket.She’d already cooked them breakfast a few hours ago, and she expected the morning after to be tense and awkward.It was anything but.There was no atmosphere.
They enjoyed breakfast, and they did end up having sex on her table.There was no bacon or maple syrup involved, although Roman had wanted to pour some maple syrup on her.Thankfully, that hadn’t happened.
“A picnic?”
“Yes, at the park.”
“I didn’t think a busy man like you had time for a picnic in the park.”
“I make time for these kinds of things.”He held his arm out to her.“It’s a glorious summer afternoon.Work starts tomorrow, and I know it’s going to get stressful.”
Abigail smiled, and she followed him out of her apartment, grabbing a cardigan on the way out.She locked the door, and Roman took the key from her and slid it into his pocket.She didn’t bother with her cell phone, because she was with her boss.If he needed her, he could just tell her.
They rode the elevator down toward the ground floor.No one else got on the elevator.Once they were at the ground floor, they made their way out of the building.She expected to see a car waiting for him, but there was none, and they were walking to the park.
She lived a twenty-minute walk from the park.When she first moved in, she would make time to go for a walk each weekend.Once winter hit, life with Roman got so hectic that taking the walk was just too exhausting.
Brad always refused to go with her.
Sundays were usually stressful.They walked all the way to the park, talking about everything and nothing.They found a private spot that hadn’t been taken by a family.She helped Roman get set up, laying down the blanket.She had seen a life hack in keeping bees and insects away, and she put a small jar several inches away with a bit of honey.She couldn’t stand when bees flew all around her, or threatened to sting.
With the blanket set up, Roman pulled out several items like pasta salad, sandwiches, and a few other things.They all looked so delicious, and handmade.
“How do you find these places?”she asked.
“I love home-cooked food, but I don’t cook.I find places that offer me what I need, and I’m happy to pay.”
“You love home-cooked food?”
“Yep.My grandma was the best cook around.My mom, not so much, but she tried.”
