What was she doing?
Macy pushed the thought aside as she watched her boss push down the shopping cart the isle . She could feel his eyes trained on her body as she selected items from the shelves, inspecting them before setting them inside the basket.
Earlier in the car, after she had offered to cook for him, Mr. Kincaid had sheepishly admitted to not having much at home to cook with. According to him, he rarely ate at home, so the whole pantry was as good empty.
He had offered to get someone else to go shopping for him, but Macy had turned him down. It was late at night, and luckily they had drove by a twenty-five seven supermarket, so they decided to make a detour to the store.
That was how she had found herself selecting scallions at the fresh produce isle at quarter to nine in t
