Half an hour later, I went down to the club and got to work, the hickies on my neck visible since Pierre decided I should wear a shirt that would showcase to whom I belonged. Possessive much?
Val noticed, of course, but had the grace for once not to mention it. But that didn’t mean everything else was off limits. “So, sleeping with the boss and moving in? My, my, aren’t we the busy little beaver.”
“You know better than that,” I replied as I stocked the bar with him.
“Seriously, man, I’m so happy for both of you. It’s nice to see the boss-man really content for a change. You did that. It’s something to be proud of. No one thought it would ever happen, and yet, here we are.”
“It’s new, okay? And I don’t want to screw things up. I’m not perf—”
“What did I say about disparaging yourself?”
