My boss’s brother wants me and so does my husband
I dropped my phone back on the table and turned, only to find Noah standing in the doorway, his arms crossed, expression dark.
“Who was that?” he asked, voice low and tight.
I shrugged casually, reaching for my robe. “That was my boss, Noah.”
He stepped closer. “Why would your boss be calling you this early? When he’s going to see you at work in less than an hour? Unless…”
I turned around. “Unless what, Noah? I dare you, say it.”
He looked me dead in the eye, his jaw clenched. “Unless there’s something going on between you two. Are you fucking your boss, Lena?”