Page 45 of Playing Cowboy
“It’s only for a year,” he begins coyly.
“Standard contract language,” I insist.“We can change it later?Or now?”
“I think it’s fine,” he insists.“After all, in a year I might—”
“Get tired of me?”I sag at the thought.
He punches my arm.“I was going to say ...get promoted, Silly!”
I brighten, already picturing what it might be like to work in the same office with Chet on a daily basis.Even if he will be training mostly with Parker as our newest Junior Property Manager.“Oh, yes, well ...it will depend on your performance.”
He pretends to be surprised, if only to layer in a little drama to the already eventful Friday morning.“My performance, huh?In or out of bed, Cowboy?”
“Both, I suppose?”I mutter through a simmering blush.
“Well then,” he hems, pretending to turn away just as I open the café door for him.For once, with all the hubbub down at the Arcade, it’s practically deserted inside.All the better to canoodle, gorge ourselves, and plan our future together.“Why not skip breakfast and get started on my, uh, performance review right away?”
“Skip breakfast?”I tease, beaming as he struts inside.“Trust me, City Boy.You’ll need all the energy you can get.”
“Oh yeah, why’s that?”he sasses playfully, as if he already knows the answer.
“Because, Silly.Myperformance reviews?Are very,verythorough.”
He winks and tugs me deeper into the café, Trixie waving to a booth in her section and not batting an eye at the pretty boy leading me in by the hand.“I’m counting on it, Cowboy.”And then, just before we sit, he leans in for a quiet little kiss, big as you please.“But mostly?I’m just counting onyou.”
The End
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