Ember
“I have no idea what you mean, sir. She seemed to have an attitude though,” I told Carter, but he could see straight through me.
“There you go with that ‘sir’ again,” he said, eyebrow raised.
“Does it bother you? You are my boss, after all.” I said, trying to play it off.
“Only at work. Outside of work, just Carter is fine. I like how it sounds coming from you anyway,” he said. I looked down, feeling the warmth rise in my face again.
“Everyone else calls you Mr. Moonstone or boss, yet you’re comfortable with me calling you Carter,” I said. It came out more as a statement than a question. He didn’t respond to it and shifted topics.
“So, what made you decide to move to Miami?” he asked.
Before I could answer, our wine arrived — brought by a different waitress named Pearl. I was
