Nanisi Barrett D'Arnuk

My new boss is the most perfect woman I’d ever seen. Wisdom dictates one doesn’t get involved with a colleague, but surely taking along a six-pack of her favorite beer when I deliver a report to her home after work won’t be misconstrued?<br><br>She invites me to stay for dinner. One thing leads to another, and we start doing things together outside the office. But as the weather cools and the holidays approach, she decides she wants to take our relationship to the next level. Do I?

Business for the Holidays

“Breathe, young man.” He adjusted a paisley ascot.


“The hotel in Hartford lost all my dry cleaning. My silks are gone.” Dirk shook his head at the loss. “I had to go shopping and Macy’s was short on solid colors.”


“I’m sorry.” Rocco smiled, because Dirk did.


Someone with a headset came over and interrupted the moment. “Would you like to be on camera when we make the announcement?” she asked.


“I don’t think so. No,” Dirk told her.


“Announcement?” Rocco had considered not being nosy for a moment, but old habits died hard.


“I’m being replaced,” Dirk said with a sigh. “Put out to pasture against my will. Just shy of half a century as the voice of U.S. figure skating, NBC has decided younger blood would bring in better ratings for their coverage.”


“I’m so sorry,” Rocco said again.


“I’ve known for a while,” Dirk admitted. “Months, actually, but today is the day the rest of the world finds out.”


Chapter 22