Bargaining with the Boss by Gatta Allison

Author:Gatta, Allison [Gatta, Allison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Write Conclusion Publishing
Published: 2015-03-22T23:00:00+00:00

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He wanted to kill the bastard. He'd track him down, set him on fire, and then squirt gasoline onto the flames. He'd stomp on him with steal-toed boots and then kick him off a cliff.

He'd—

"So, what should we watch now?" Natalie changed the channel on the television, and he shrugged, trying his best to look impassive. "Whatever you want."

"Oh, now that you know my background you're going to go easy on me?"

"No, now that I know you've still barely eaten and you get cranky when you're hungry, I'm going to go easy on you."

She shrugged and then flicked to something in black and white.

He'd have bet a million dollars Franco Del Rossi was involved in here somewhere. He wasn't sure how or why, but he knew it just like he knew his own name. But if he asked...

He couldn't do that, not when she'd finally seemed to soften toward him. He just had to do something to get Franco and her bastard ex-husband off his mind.

His stomach growled, and then he rolled onto his feet and started toward the kitchen.

The tapping of her slippers behind him let him know that's she'd noticed and followed him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to cook us something. What do you keep around here?" He opened the pantry to find a can of tuna and crusty bread and...nothing else.

"I eat out a lot."

"Looks that way." He picked up the groceries, set them on the counter, then headed for the fridge. Bacon and cheese. Just what the doctor ordered.

"This isn't exactly the French Laundry, you know," she muttered and when he turned to grab one of the skillets hanging from the rack about the island, it was to find her staring at him.

"Believe me, I can tell." He chuckled.

She took a swipe at him from across the island, but he dodged her and set the skillet on to heat.

"Don't worry," he said, "that's a good thing. I never liked fancy French food. Or any kind of fancy food, for that matter."

She nodded. "I'm with you there. My second husband took me to Paris for our honeymoon and forced me to try escargot. It was like garlicky, buttery, rubber." She shook her head and made a noise of disgust while he did his best not to think about what else that bastard had forced her to do during the course of their marriage.

"Escargot is nothing. It's the cheese that gets me."

"Right? Why does it had to smell like that? I don't want to hold my nose while I'm eating dinner. Though, sometimes I would have to anyway if I was eating with my ex's work friends. Well, not friends. Business associates."

"Oh really?" He buttered two pieces of bread, then set them in the skillet, listening as she went on.

"They were so obsessed with wearing the best cologne money could buy that they didn't even care what it smelled like--they just wanted it to be the most expensive one. By the time we got to dessert, my head was always spinning.

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