All Chapters of My Boss, My Saviour, My Lover: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Caleb didn’t call me back to work until after 2:30pm, when he’d seen Ed Dingle out of the building.I’d sat in the bookshop cafe and read the first few chapters of a muder mystery set in 1947 Japan with a coffee while I waited.I found my way back to my desk without help and started sorting through the mountains of emails that had piled up in the short time I’d been gone. It looked like long lunches were going to be a rare occurrence if this is what I’d always have the pleasure of coming back to.I didn’t see or hear from Caleb again until his last appointment of the day arrived and I called him out to greet them. He referred to me as Miss Buxton and asked me to order more hot drinks. They remained there for the rest of the afternoon.When it got to 5pm, I wrote a list of things to do in the morning when I first got in and tidied my desk up. My homework for the week, I decided, was to ‘feather my nest’. The desk was boring and I wanted to liven it up.I gave Caleb’s office door a wary

Watching my brother’s overgrown form poking around our modest flat was comical. He studied my bedroom like it was an organism under a microscope.“Any issues with the place?” he asked, and I knew if I said yes he’d be knocking on the landlord’s door and making threats.But there wasn’t. “No, it’s great.”“Glad to hear it. But you’ll let me know if there is, yeah?”I rolled my eyes. “No, I won’t. We’ll fix it ourselves.”Kelvin narrowed his gaze, but knew it would be fruitless fighting me on it. I was stubborn. He knew it, I knew it. “Well I’m always here for you whether you want me or not.”“I know.”He sighed, but then pasted on that goofy smile. “Anyway, I bought you something,” he said, and thrust the little box at me.I took it with a bemused smile, and tugged the lid off. Inside was a candle in a jar. When I pulled it from the box, I saw the label. Peppermint.“To keep the spiders away,” Kelvin advised with a wink.Back home, I’d douse my room in peppermint oil to ward off the ei

The weather this morning was fucking awful. Day 2 of my first week with a real job and it was storming. I couldn’t walk to the DLR station in this rain. I’d be drowning by the time I got to the office.Because the weather was so bad I’d had to skip my morning run and take Emmy up on her offer to use a guest pass from her gym membership. Using gym equipment was fine—I was a treadmill or nothing kind of girl. What wasn’t fine was the amount of men trying to teach me how to use it. I was one patronising comment away from breaking someone’s nose.Ordering a taxi proved to be useless. The wait time was ridiculous and the fares even more so. I wasn’t paying £80 for a 30 minute (if that) drive. Even getting a taxi to the station was extortionate.I shoved my work shoes in my handbag and found my sensible boots, hauled my raincoat on, and braved the downpour to Deptford Bridge station. It was chaos on the train, but thankfully I didn’t have to change to get off at Canary Wharf.I sped walked