Page 110 of The Boss Upstairs
“Exactly.”
I’m still smiling as Weston and I walk to the elevator. As soon as we slip in, he wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my cheek. “I’m so excited.”
“Me too.”
I’m surprised when he leads me to the front of the lobby and not the back exit, where the carpark is. As we exit the building, my breath hitches as I spot his town car. A chauffeur holds a door open for me and I slip in, finding it all a little surreal. I knew he got around in a town car because I’ve seen him before, but I’m still surprised.
Weston offers me a drink as soon as we’re settled in the sleek tan leather seats. “No, I’m good,” I say. I’m already nervous, and I don’t want to have to go pee ten times.
“You like Italian, right?” he asks. “I think you’ve mentioned it once.”
“I love it.”
“You look very lovely in your dress.”
“Thank you. You have very good taste, Sir.”
He smiles playfully. I can tell that he loves it when I call him Sir. That’s why I keep doing it.
My gaze darts over him. He looks dashing in a charcoal suit, blue tie, striped shirt and expensive looking coat. “You look very handsome too. Very distinguished.”
He fiddles with the silver buttons on the sleeves of his coat, not quite looking at me. The dichotomies of his personality baffle me. One second, he’s powerful, confident and completely in his element. And the next, he’s a shy little boy.
“I can’t wait,” I say. “I’m so hungry.”
“You’ll love this place.”
