I bury my face in the pillow and mumble, “It wasn’t like that.”
“Sure. Just like kissing him at the office wasn’tlike thateither.”
I groan, louder this time. “Why did I even call you?”
“Because you’re obsessed with your boss and need someone to keep your secrets.”
I roll my eyes, though a reluctant smile tugs at my lips. “Am not.”
“Are too!”
We both fall into a giggling fit, and it reminds me of when we were younger and used to tease each other like this all the time.
My phone buzzes, a new message lighting up the screen.
Worth:
Check outside your door.
My breath stutters.
“TJ, I’ll talk to you later,” I rush out, hanging up before she can protest. I’m still in my robe, hair damp, but I scramble to the door anyway, curiosity winning over.
I glance up and down the hall before spotting a black-and-gold package perched neatly on the floor. My pulse trips as I crouch to pick it up. The box alone screams expensive.
Inside is a silk kimono-style robe in midnight blue with delicate embroidery at the hem. It looks like something plucked straight from a luxury boutique. I don’t even want to imagine the price.
A small envelope sits on top. My fingers tremble as I open it.
Mya,
You looked like you were about to collapse getting off the plane. A massage therapist will come by your room in an hour. Wear this.
—W.
I press the card to my chest, heart racing. A mix of outrage and… something warmer coils low in my stomach.
Why is he making this more difficult than it already is?
I stomp back into the room, silk robe draped over my arm, and snatch my phone off the bed.
I can’t accept this.
Worth:
Why not?
Is he serious right now?
Worth. Bosses don’t give their employees robes and massages!!!
Worth:
I’ve definitely gifted employees and clients spa gift certificates.
I scoff out loud.
This is different and you know it.