Owned by my husband’s boss
Her tone was stone-cold serious, her eyes fixed on him.
“Oh—no, that’s not what I meant to say,” Anthony stuttered, his smooth composure instantly crumbling.
Anna let out a bright laugh, the tension breaking. “You know, you’re actually really cute when you’re flustered.”
Anthony lowered his gaze, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He cleared his throat, forcing his "cool boss" persona back into place the moment their eyes met again. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the office,” she said, adjusting her clothes.