Page 136 of The Boss Upstairs
He slides the brush over and around my ear. “Well, let’s make that happen. I’d love to meet them.”
I smile at the thought of mom and Laura fawning all over him. “And my mother-in-law, Patricia,” I add.
“She’s the one I’ve seen with Ethan on the elevator?”
“Yes,” I say, turning to him. “I promised her an introduction, but it hasn’t happened yet.”
He takes my face in his hand. “I want to meet everyone in your life, Gretchen. And there will be plenty of time for that because I’m not going anywhere.”
He almost brings tears to my eyes but then he steals a kiss, and I get lost in him, my heart so full, I fear it might burst.
* * *
I wake with a start.Where the heck am I? It takes me a second or two to get my bearings. I’m in Weston’s bed, half naked.
My clothing is neatly folded, piled on top of the chair in the corner, my yellow bra right on top. I smile at Weston’s meticulousness. Most men would have just left everything on the floor.
I’m just about to get out of bed when he suddenly appears. “You’re awake.”
“Yeah, just woke up.”
He grins widely. “You are quite the sight.”
I frown. I know exactly what I look like in the morning when I don’t wash my face and tie up my hair; crazy hair and raccoon eyes. “Scary, right?” I joke.
He laughs. “You’re still a knockout,” he says. “You want some breakfast? I’m making some Eggs Benedict.”
“Yeah… sounds great. Thank you so much for all this, Weston. You’re too good to me.”
“My pleasure.” He sits next to me on the edge of the bed. “Uh… I have something important to attend to after breakfast.”
My heart sinks. Mr. Busy & Important can’t wait to get rid of us. But it’s understandable.
“No worries,” I’m quick to say. “Ethan and I will be out of your hair in a flash.”
“Speaking of Ethan, he’s already awake,” he tells me. “He’s playing with my kids’ old wooden puzzles. I got them out from storage the other day.”
“Really?” I say, surprised. “Just for him?”
“Well, yes. I thought he’d enjoy them.”
“Have you kept all your kids’ stuff?”
“A lot of it,” he admits. “What can I say? I’m sentimental. I was keeping it for my future grandchildren.”
“Makes sense.”
“Anyway, I’ll let you get dressed.”
He stands, and I reach for his arm. “Hey, thank you for last night… for everything.”
He smiles. “My pleasure.”
“You’re too good to me, Mr.”
He grins, and for a quick second, I want to pull him back into bed. But then he’s gone in a flash.
* * *
