Page 2 of My Grumpy Boss
I’m too curvy, too short, too much. I don’t fit into his monochrome life, and I have no idea why he hired me to be his assistant. I’m the only thing in this place with any color.
Smoothing my hands over my dark purple skirt, I meet his blue eyes. Hudson glares down at me, and I give him my most innocent look.
I take a deep breath, wincing as the buttons on my shirt strain over my boobs. I do not need a wardrobe malfunction right now.
Now is not the time to flash my boss!
Hudson’s eyes drop to my chest before he quickly looks away, seeming almost angry.
“Is the Miller report done?” he growls.
My nipples tighten painfully in my bra as his voice rumbles through me. “Yep. I emailed it to you half an hour ago.”
He nods and retreats into his office. I frown as I watch him go, wondering at his strange behavior. Shaking my head, I grab my belongings and step onto the elevator with two coworkers.
As the doors close, I gasp as I see Hudson watching me intently.
Only two more months.
I swear he can read my mind as he glares at me. He shakes his head, a muscle popping in his jaw.
The doors glide closed, and I let out a deep breath, sagging against the wall. My coworkers give me odd looks, but I ignore them.
I walk home, pushing all thoughts of work and my grumpy boss from my mind.
TWO
Hudson
That damn shirt.
It’s as if she’s trying to drive me insane every time she wears it. What’s even more infuriating is that I’m sure my curvy little assistant has no idea of the effect she has on me.
Groaning, I turn away from my apartment window and move to my desk to pour myself a scotch. I take a welcome swallow, enjoying the burn.
“Fuck. What the hell am I going to do?”
I’ve earned my grumpiest man alive award. I’ve always been focused and cutthroat—attributes that have made me a success in business. But in love? Not so much.
To be fair, I’ve never cared about dating or women or the beating organ in my chest… until Hazel walked into my office.
I’ve wanted her for ten months. At first, I told myself it was curiosity. A big, fat lie. My obsession with her only grows stronger with every passing day.
Hazel is perfect. Stubborn, like me, but also strong, capable, and incredibly smart. She could be doing something far betterthan working as my assistant. I’d never fire her or let her go, though, because I need her. I have to see her and talk to her every day, or I’d go insane.
I tried to ignore her and how I felt about her, but I lasted fourteen hours before I broke down and called her to ask her a stupid question about work.
Now I spend my days searching for opportunities to seek her out. It’s why I ask her about reports I’ve already reviewed.
I waste my weekends thinking about her and texting her about work. I ask if she’s eaten because I need to know she’s taken care of and safe.
I crave her eyes on me. I love hearing her sweet voice, even when she’s giving me shit.
“Fuck, I’m so screwed,” I groan, sinking into the chair in my home office.
My phone rings, and for one second, I’m hopeful it’s Hazel. Instead, I see Carter’s name on the screen. He’s my best friend; he has been since we were kids. He’s also the only person who knows how insane I am for my girl.
“Hey,” I grunt, taking a sip of my scotch.
