Mike has watched Lynda for months. He wants her. He’s asked her out several times only to be told “no.” Her reasoning baffles him; he sees no problem with her being eighteen years his senior. He doesn’t believe it’s anybody’s business that they work together. If she would simply give him a chance, he could show her exactly how much fun they could have. Lynda has done everything within her power to discourage Mike’s attraction to her. He’s idealistic. However she resides in the real world, and at forty, she has certainly learned a few things. To top it off, she’s his boss, and she can’t keep avoiding him. Her only option is to nip his growing infatuation in the bud. She simply has to figure out how to do that when she wants him as much as he desires her. All things considered, she has her work cut out for her.
He released her wrist and picked up his cup, grimacing when he took a sip of his coffee. He raised his hand and motioned to the waitress. Giving the young woman the benefit of the doubt, she wondered if the girl moved quickly because it was him who summoned her or if the reason was due to the fact there were so few people in the restaurant. From the coy smile displayed on her face and the way she smoothed her hair in place, Lynda decided the prompt service was definitely for his benefit. It was a strange feeling, the intensity of the dislike she was developing for the girl.
Their server held the carafe aloft, raising it slightly higher in question. He nodded, and she poured fresh coffee into his cup. Lynda placed a hand over the top of her cup and shook her head at the attendant. Shrugging, the girl backed away and headed to her perch behind the counter. He shifted in his seat and looked at Lynda.
“Is there something else you’d like to drink?”
She turned to face the man who was making her rethink her values. “Nope, but it’s getting late and I need to get back to the store. The stocking crew will start arriving in a couple of hours. I can hang out in the office, maybe catch a catnap before they arrive.”
“I can drive you home if you need me to.”
She appreciated the concern that etched his face. “Not necessary. I don’t live close. I actually live in the next township.”
“I live close, about ten minutes away, and I’m not dropping you off alone at the store. I guess you’re coming home with me for the rest of the night.”
“Interesting you would assume that.” She leaned back against her seat.
“That’s not an assumption. It’s a fact. I’m driving.” He stood and drew his wallet and keys from his pocket. He dropped a couple of bills on the table and swirled the key ring on his finger. “Coming?”