“What
was that?” I demand.
His
eyes are heated and his voice is lower than usual as he murmurs, “A good start
to what I hope is a unique adventure. On second thought, I probably should fire
you so I don’t have to break my own rules.”
He
gently strokes my face with his thumb and disappears before I have time to
respond.
I
sit in the nearest chair, stunned. What happened? Why did he kiss me? What was
he trying to prove? That kiss was the last thing I expected. Was he serious
about firing me? Instead of eating my sandwich at lunch, I spend my time on the
phone with the girls asking them the same questions.
“Yes,
of course … because firing you ten days before the end of your contract is a
real threat,” Zoe mocks. “He was trying to drive you crazy, that’s all. Let’s
move on to
