Bad Boy Bachelor Thanksgiving by Weston Parker & Ali Parker

Author:Weston Parker & Ali Parker [Parker, Weston]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Star Key Press
Published: 2022-11-08T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 21

TREYTON

The two piping-hot Americano Mistos were burning my hands in the elevator ride up to the office. I kept adjusting my hold, but that only ended with coffee sloshing out the hole in the lid and spilling down the side of my hand.

“Damn it,” I hissed as my skin burned and my palms continued begging for relief. Next time I’d have to remember to ask for sleeves.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, I rushed off like a Disney villain in pursuit of the hero, weaving through desks and around corners until Macy’s desk came into view. She sat with immaculate posture, one leg crossed over the other, foot bouncing under her desk. She was typing—it seemed like she was always typing something—and had the traces of a smile playing on her lips.

I set the coffees down a little too hard on her desk, and within seconds, they both left dark rings on the white surface.

Macy stopped typing.

“I hope you like Americano Mistos,” I said.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had one.”

I nudged one toward her. “Espresso, hot water, and a bit of steamed milk on top. The perfect kickstart to a busy day. Careful, they’re really hot.”

Macy lifted hers to her lips and took a delicate sip. She licked foam from her upper lip and nodded in approval. “Really good. Thank you.”

I picked mine up and took a sip, too. It burned like the depths of hell. If my tongue had a voice box, it would have screamed. I winced, set the coffee down like it had betrayed me, and pressed my already fuzzy tongue to the roof of my mouth.

Macy hid her smile. “Did you burn yourself?”

“No.”

“Are you lying?”

“Maybe.”

She leaned back in her chair, taking her coffee with her, and held it in both hands like it wasn’t five thousand degrees. Farmers were built different, I supposed. And Macy? Definitely built different, from head to toe, heart to mind.

I pulled up a chair from an empty desk nearby and sat. “How was your weekend?”

“Busy. But good. Dad’s been avoiding me…” She trailed off and chewed the inside of her cheek. “But I guess I just have to get used to that. He can’t be mad forever.”

“Did something else happen?”

“Just Dad being Dad. How about you? What did you do?”

I told her all about visiting my brother and painted a vibrant picture of what he was like, making sure to include his fisherman’s sweater, boyish personality, and womanizing ways.

She laughed. “I can only imagine the handful you two were to your poor mother growing up.”

“She deserved a lot better than the likes of us. We put her through hell.”

“Boys.” Macy sipped her coffee again and I wondered how she managed it. How could she even enjoy it? The water was still practically boiling. “I’d like to meet him sometime. He sounds like quite the character.”

“Blane? He’s something, all right. A pain in the ass more than anything.” I wasn’t sure I wanted the pair of them to meet, especially not with how anti-sleeping-with-my-assistant Blane had been.

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