Mistresses: After Hours With The Boss. Maisey Yates

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       CHAPTER FIVE

      PAIGE took her latte off the counter and waved to her favorite barista as she walked out the door of the coffee shop.

      She paused and put her sunglasses on, taking a sip of her drink while admiring the afternoon light filtering through the palm trees. It was a perfect day. The light glinted on her new engagement ring and it put a slight dent in her moment of zen.

      There was a flash to her left and she turned to look. It was not a little flare of afternoon light. There was a photographer, standing there, holding his camera up, not even trying to be subtle.

      “Uh … could you not do that?” she asked.

      “Ms. Harper?”

      “What?”

      “When are you and Dante Romani getting married?”

      She clutched her sequined purse to her side and strode down the sidewalk, away from the man with the camera, her heart pounding. She turned back to look and saw that he was still there, snapping off shots casually. Like she was a monkey in a zoo.

      Her purse vibrated and she reached inside, casting another glance behind her as she retrieved her phone and answered the call. “Hello?”

      “Ms. Harper, this is Rebecca Addler with child services. I wanted to speak to you about your case.”

      She quickened her pace, heading back to the office building. Back to Ana. Back to Dante even. She could hide behind his broad chest. And she wasn’t even ashamed for wanting to hide behind him right now.

      “Right. Great to hear from you. What about the case?” she asked, scurrying through the revolving door to the Colson’s corporate building and walking quickly to the elevators.

      “We’re going to have to interview your fiancé. He’s going to be involved in the process, of course.”

      “Well, of course.”

      “And he’ll be adopting Ana, as well.”

      Damn.

      “So there will be paperwork for that,” she finished.

      Paige had overlooked that bit. She’d overlooked it completely. “Of course,” she said, her throat dry. She took another sip of latte and scalded her mouth. She punched the up button on the wall and waited for an elevator.

      She dashed inside as soon as the door opened.

      “And we’ll want to do a parent interview with him.”

      “Naturally. Dante will be delighted—” like Dante was ever delighted about anything “—to participate.”

      “We’ll do a little meet-up this Friday if that works for you.”

      “Of course it does!” she said, far too brightly.

      The elevator reached her floor, and she stood inside, waffling. Then she hit the button that would take her to Dante’s floor and the door slid closed again.

      She tapped her foot while she finalized the details of the appointment with Rebecca. She ended the phone call as quickly as possible and tapped her fingers on the wall, waiting for the elevator to stop. When it did, and the doors opened, she nearly ran out, past Trevor, and to Dante’s office.

      She didn’t bother to knock.

      “I just got my picture taken. Like … a hundred times by some photographer. And then Rebecca Addler called and said we need to start doing interviews as a couple. Oh, I just realized there will be a home study, and we’ll have to start over and do it at your house because as far as everyone is concerned that is where we’ll be living. And you’re going to adopt Ana legally. Which is sort of … obvious but I didn’t think of it until now and … and I’m officially panicking a little bit.”

      “Don’t,” he said, standing from his position behind the desk, his large, masculine hands planted palms down on the pristine surface. He didn’t even have the decency to look surprised that she’d burst into his office. He just looked … smooth and calm and unaffected as ever.

      It was just unfair, because her cage was well and truly rattled.

      “Don’t panic?”

      “No. There’s no need. When we divorce I’ll sign custody of Ana over to you. You have my word on that.”

      “Oh.” She let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding in a rush. “That does make me feel better.”

      “I thought it might.”

      “Then there’s the home study.”

      “You and Ana should move in with me. Soon.” That he said with a kind of grim determination that let her know exactly what he thought of it.

      “I can see you’re completely thrilled at the idea.”

      “I value my own space,” he said.

      “Well, as you mentioned, it’s a big house. I’m sure we won’t be on top of each other.”

      He lifted one dark brow, and horror crept over her as she realized the double meaning of her words. As she pictured just what it might be like to be on top of him.

      Or to have him on top of her.

      Her entire face heated, prickling awareness spreading over her skin. Her heart was racing and she was … turned on. And it was obvious. She was certain it was.

      She was such a dork. A side effect of spending her school years as the funny one. She didn’t know how to be smooth; she knew how to go for a joke. Another side effect of that was that guys didn’t flirt with her.

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