The Secretary's Boss by Paige Cooper

Author:Paige Cooper [Cooper, Paige]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798700422543
Google: 4o4yzgEACAAJ
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2021-01-26T08:38:10+00:00

Chapter 13: Nicole

T hursday night meant it was my night off for me, myself, and I.

This week had been tough with dad. Yesterday, he woke up and didn’t know who I was. He’d thought I was some stranger he’d taken in during the night, and he kept telling me not to steal from him or he’d call the cops.

I wanted to scream in frustration, and so I did the next best thing—salsa dance.

Lately, things in the office had been weird with Mark. He gave me longer looks, and he let his eyes linger on mine. He never did that in the beginning, preferring to look anywhere but at me.

A shift in our relationship had occurred, but I didn’t know exactly what it meant. All I knew was that every minute I spent around Mark was another minute of frustration I had to deal with at home.

He was impossibly sexy and... okay, so he was an ass. Apparently, my lady parts didn’t care about that. Or maybe they were turned on by it. More often than not, I found myself wishing I’d be turned on by the sweet boy-next-door type again, but it seemed my body had a mind of its own.

I left work every single day finding myself more intrigued by Mark Allen—and wanting to know him in every intimate way possible.

Except he’d made it clear he hated my presence. I still replayed his words from the day I’d snuck into court to watch him.

I never want to see your face again.

The statement played in my mind on a constant loop. I’d heard my heart physically crack in two when he’d said it. He had apologized, but what for? Probably only so John and David would stay off his back.

I shook my head, loosening my body up for the salsa class of the evening. I needed to shake away all thoughts of my dad and Mark tonight. For a few hours, my time would be dedicated to myself.

“Nicole, are you ready for salsa?” Terri asked me as she walked back from the hallway.

We were about to finish our break and start the second half of the class.

“When am I not ready for salsa?” I laughed and gave her a high five as I took my place amongst the others.

Terri was our instructor, and over the last five years of salsa lessons, we’d formed a close bond. Salsa night had been my idea, but it took on like quickfire with the entire class.

We did advanced dance classes twice a week, but the last Thursday of each month was reserved for salsa night. This meant we all came to class in our traditional salsa clothes, and we partied a little later than usual.

We were a tight-knit family but always welcomed newcomers. Some days, I didn’t know what I would do without my salsa family.

I stood in the front line next to two other women. We were going through a few basic hip movements before pairing up.

As the music started up again and Terri began the instructions we needed to follow, a shrill ring pierced the air.

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