Chapter 26

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled.

So it’s his fault that I’m getting myself presentable and ready to mingle with the people at work when I’d much rather stay home and order pizza and make out with Frankie. The urge intensifies when Frankie steps out of the bathroom, looking like the embodiment of every wet dream I’ve ever had.

His pin-striped suit fits him perfectly and accentuates his best features; his long legs go on forever, the jacket shows off his lean build, the pale gray shirt stretches across his chest, and the lavender tie is the icing on the cake. His hair is impeccably styled, his face clean-shaven, and his eyes twinkle like mad.

So he’s noticed my admiring gaze. Good. Maybe I can make it work to my advantage. I let my gaze roam over him and linger on his crotch. “Let’s just stay at home.”

“The big boss wouldn’t be happy if we did. He wants to dote on his favorite employee.”