(Not) The Boss of Me: A Billionaire Boss Romantic Comedy by Kenzie Reed

Author:Kenzie Reed [Reed, Kenzie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Winona

The courtyard is lit with globe-shaped paper lanterns, and the boxed wine is cold. We’re gathered around folding tables, working on our sewing projects. None of us have room in our apartments for a gathering like this. I can’t even bust out my sewing machine without doing so much rearranging that it’s hardly worth it. Most of my upcycling stuff is done by hand.

Xena’s leashed to my chair and scanning the group hopefully for snacks.

I’ve missed this fiercely over the last couple of weeks. The sense of community, the shared purpose, the dirty jokes. Edna’s indignant objections to the dirty jokes. The terrible, terrible wine. God, this stuff is bad. Cheap, though.

I haven’t had the energy to pick up a needle and thread since the day I signed Blake’s contract. My first paycheck was generous, and my parents are bragging about me all over town, but it does come at a cost. Namely, my social life, sleep and sanity.

“Why are we here again?” Edna asks, glancing up from the shirt she’s hemming. She looks at me. “Did I mention the cow thing to you, dear?”

“Several times,” I assure her. I’m lying – she hasn’t brought it up in the past few days – but she’s made her point enough times in the past that I don’t need to hear it repeated.

“This is an official meeting to discuss Winona’s dating-but-not-dating situation.” Isabella takes a swig of wine and winks at me.

“Woo-hoo!” Jemma holds up her wine glass. “Here’s to getting all the details!”

“It is not!” I say heatedly.

“Are we doing Robert’s Rules of Order?” Isabella smirks. “I make a motion that Winona has to tell us all the details. Do I have a second?”

“Second!” Jemma calls out. “I will throw in free lattes for a week if you tell me what his dick looks like.” Something about an English accent makes her sound elegant even when she’s saying things like that.

She holds out her hands approximately a foot apart, and looks at me questioningly. Then she moves her hands closer together. “Am I getting warmer?”

Edna shakes her head reprovingly. “In my day, we waited until our wedding night,” she mutters.

I skewer Jemma with a narrow-eyed glare. “My lips are sealed.”

“This is an official meeting to get Ariel to break up with her lame-ass boyfriend?” Isabella suggests.

“It is?” Ariel asks nervously. She’s expertly hemming a navy-blue skirt that’s part of a two-piece set I snagged for six bucks. “I thought we were going to gossip about butt-cucumbers? I came for the butt-cucumbers!”

“You have a lame-ass boyfriend? What does he do? Do we need to give him a good kicking?” Jemma looks hopeful. She does mixed martial arts as a hobby.

“Butt-cucumbers and kickings come later,” Clarita decrees.

Jemma looks disappointed and takes a swig of wine.

“Point of order!” Edna interjects. “In my day, ladies never talked about butt-cucumbers.”

“Duly noted.” Clarita opens her notebook. “We’re not using Robert’s Rules of Order. This is an informal meeting in which we are completing our alterations and going over our current list of volunteers.

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