Narrowing my eyes, I declare, “New rule: you cannot approach me until I've actually taken a seat.”
Pax, the intern, pipes up, “But, boss—your jacket is already practically a couch. Doesn’t that mean you walk in the door ready?”
My mouth drops open. “Aren’t you an intern? Shouldn’t you be hustling for an in here?”
“Too late. You hired me.” Pax drops an imaginary mic before moving on to whatever they were doing.
“See what I deal with?” I ask, staring up at Anthony as he grins down at me.
“Seems pretty great to me,” he says, grabbing my coat to pull me close for a kiss.
The bullpen erupts into whistles and clapping.
“Someone's got a hot new boyfriend,” a voice in the back sing-songs.
“No lies detected.”
Anthony goes in for another kiss, this one even better than the first. By the time he lets me go, I’m reeling and my employees are aw-ing all around us.
“Menace,” I say, throwing his word back at him.
“You know it.”
After that, he goes down to harass the head of security with his new protocols, and I join the rest of the team in the scrum, grateful for the life I live.