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CHAPTER TWENTY: DATE NIGHT
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I KISSED MY BOSS CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: COOKIES
Evan’s POV;The drive back was quiet at first, the kind of silence that wasn’t awkward, just heavy with everything amazing that had happened during the day. The sunset spilled through the windshield in streaks of gold and pink, blurring over the edges of Blake’s profile.My hair was still damp from sweat, my legs still half-dead, but I didn’t care. I was leaning against the window, half-smiling to myself, when I heard his voice.“You hungry?”I turned my head lazily. “I could eat… but that would mean moving, which I currently can’t.”He glanced at me, one corner of his mouth lifting. “You can move enough to eat cookies.”That got my attention. “Cookies?”His smile deepened slightly, eyes on the road. “Yeah. I was thinking of baking some tonight. You should come over. I’ll make you dinner first, something simple and then we can bake.”I blinked. “Damn… you cook?”“Occasionally.”“Wow. You hike, you carry me down a mountain, you bake, you cook…” I raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’r
I KISSED MY BOSS CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: GALLOPS-A-LOT
Evan's POV;During the descent down the trail, I was pretty sure my legs had been replaced with wet noodles. Every step felt like my thighs were screaming at me, and the rocks underfoot weren’t helping either. The backpack, once my proud survival kit, now felt like a personal vendetta against my spine.I stopped, pressing my palms into my thighs as I leaned forward. “Blake,” I wheezed dramatically, “I can’t feel my legs. I think they divorced me.”He slowed, glancing over his shoulder with that maddeningly calm expression, like he’d just stepped out of a yoga retreat instead of hiking down a mountain. His shirt clung to him with the faintest sheen of sweat, and his hair was pushed back messily from the climb. He looked annoyingly composed.“You’re fine,” he said with a small smile, offering his hand. “It’s not that much farther.”“Not that much farther?!” I gasped, straightening slowly. “You said that twenty minutes ago. Do you realize how many times you’ve said that? At this point
I KISSED MY BOSS CHAPTER TWENTY THREE: THE HIKE(2)
Evan's POV;The trail started off deceptively easy… wide gravel path, sun filtering through the trees, cool breeze ruffled my hair and birds chirping like we’d wandered into some enchanted Disney forest.I could almost pretend this was going to be easy.Almost.My thighs began protesting ten minutes in.“Okay,” I said, tugging on the straps of the small backpack. “Be honest with me, Blake. How far do we actually have to go before I achieve enlightenment or whatever people hike for?”Blake, walking a step ahead, turned his head with a faint smile, calm as ever, like his lungs weren’t burning at all. “We just started.”I groaned and dragged a hand down my face. “Wrong answer.”That earned me a chuckle. He adjusted his pack higher on his shoulders and slowed his pace, just a little, like he thought I wouldn’t notice.“You can set the speed,” he said. “I don’t mind.”“Oh, so you’re just going to stroll behind me while I wheeze my way up a mountain? Cute.”“Considerate and protective,” he
I KISSED MY BOSS CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: THE HIKE(1)
Evan's POV;The second the words Breakneck Ridge left Blake’s mouth, I sat up straighter in the passenger seat like he’d just told me we were headed to a crime scene. “I’m sorry, what?”The engine hummed, sunlight flickering through the windshield, Blake’s profile lit up in soft gold as his mouth twitched like he was suppressing a laugh.“That’s the name of the trail.”I turned in my seat to stare at him, clutching my neon backpack like a life vest. “That doesn’t sound like a trail, that sounds like my obituary. You’re seriously taking me somewhere that sounds like the setting of my death certificate?”This time, he did laugh. A warm, easy laugh that filled the car. “It’s not as dramatic as it sounds. People hike there all the time.”“Yeah, well people jump out of planes too. Doesn’t mean I should.” I waved a hand, wide-eyed. “That place is for people with great health insurance and you know it.”I sighed. “Breaking my neck on a hike is going to be a painful death, Blake.”His lips
I KISSED MY BOSS CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: HIKING
Evan’s POV;The second my apartment door clicked shut behind me, I leaned against it and just… grinned, I was vibrating with leftover joy like my body couldn’t figure out what to do with it. I probably looked insane; smiling alone in my dimly lit living room, shoes still on, silk shirt hanging open at the collar, but I didn’t care.I had just been on a date with Blake Thatcher and it was perfect. It hadn’t been stiff or awkward or filled with polite silences. He laughed at my dumb vending machine vendetta and the cab ride was even better. And that moment at my door where his hand brushed my hair and his eyes lingered yeah…..I was a goner.I dropped my keys on the counter and started towards my couch.My phone buzzed, I nearly dropped it in my rush to check. A text.Blake: I enjoyed tonight. Thank you for coming with me.I sank onto the couch, kicking my shoes off like they’d wronged me, and typed back immediately:Me: I had the best time. Seriously. I’m still smiling like an idiot
I KISSED MY BOSS CHAPTER TWENTY: DATE NIGHT
Evan’s POV;By the time Saturday rolled around, I had stared into my closet for so long I started to believe the shirts were judging me.Hailey had clients today as a MUA diva that she is, so she couldn’t help me pick my fit.“Just pick one, Evan,” I muttered to myself. “You’re not going on a runway. It’s just dinner with your… boyf… well..”I settled on a silk black button-down because black is slimming and complimentary, and I needed both tonight.Blake texted me around six:Still good for tonight? No pressure.That “no pressure” part had sent me spiraling. Like… why did it sound like he knew pressure was my middle name?. I typed back so fast I nearly dropped my phone.Yeah. Absolutely. Where are we meeting?A second later: Il Divo. Midtown. 7:30.We’ve been texting more recently and I was beginning to experience a different side of him. Of course he’d picked a restaurant with a name that sounded like an opera singer. I checked it out online and damn… it was fancy, but intimate. Ca
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