Page 163 of Manhattan Bossholes

“God, me too.”

“The poor guy needs to be able to take a break from worrying.”

“Agreed. The sooner we get Nana Dee to this doctor’s appointment, the better.”

Cora released her seatbelt and the click felt like finality, like if I let this moment go, I might never get it back. I didn’t know what was so special about this moment, only that it was a moment, and I didn’t want it to end, so I undid my own belt and pushed my door open.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Walking you to your door.” I looked at her like she had two heads. “Obviously.”

“Um…it’s right there,” she said, gesturing to the building’s front door, Vanna White–style. “It’s not like I’m going to get lost.”

I’d always walked her to the door when I drove her home in high school. Sure, we weren’t dating anymore, but I didn’t see why it would be any different now. “Cora, the least I can do is make sure you get in all right.”

“There’s literally a doorman,” she pointed out with a laugh. I stepped out of the car, ignoring her protests. She popped up a moment later, looking at me over the top of the vehicle. “Carlos will be very disappointed if you steal his thunder.”

“Carlos, huh?” I arched an eyebrow, watching her lips turn up at the corners.

“He takes his job very seriously.”

“So do I.”

“Hate to break it to you, but I don’t think this falls under the job description of a CEO.”

“I think after today you know my job description is wide and varied. Sometimes it involves multimillion dollar deals and A-list events…sometimes it involves buying mini donuts and unlocking offices. And sometimes, it involves walking a lady to her door.”

She hummed, coming round the front of the car. “You’re double parked, by the way.”

“That’s how seriously I’m taking this.”

“You’re gonna get a ticket.”

“Worth the risk.”

“Aiden.” I could hear the exasperation in her voice.

“The sooner you stop hanging out in the middle of the street, the sooner I can get back to my car and make sure I don’t get a ticket.” I arched one eyebrow in her direction. “See how that works?”

Cora waved me off, heading for the entrance. “Suit yourself.”

I watched her walk away for a beat, appreciating the view of her ass in her fitted dress pants. Then I darted after her.

“Hi, Carlos,” she said to the doorman, a middle-aged man with an impressive mustache.

“Evening,” he said.

“Carlos, this is…” I waited to see how she’d introduce me. As her boss? As her friend? “This is Aiden,” she finally said.

“Nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand. “Having a good night?”

“Can’t complain,” he said. “How about the two of you?”

“Yeah,” she said, shooting me a little smile. “It’s been a pretty good night. Oh, and earlier today, we took a little drive out to Newburgh.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “That’s got some nice views of the Hudson.”

“Not that you would know,” I whispered in her ear. “Since you were so busy getting powdered sugar all over my car.”