Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“I will give you the address.” My cell phone then beeps with a message from his cell phone. “I just texted you.”
“Thank God you told me that. I thought it was one of my feet clients again. You almost got a free picture,” I goad him, and he groans. “Okay, keep your panties on there. I’m leaving now.”
“Fine,” he grunts, and he’s about to hang up.
“Question. How do I deliver the file?”
“What?” he asks, confused.
“Well, is this like The Intern where I ring the bell and place it on the floor in front of the door?” I lean back in my chair, knowing he’s about to snap, like always. He has to be the most strung-out boss I’ve ever met. “Or is it like The Devil Wears Prada where I walk in, make eye contact with no one, drop it on the table, and rush out. That is unless you have twin girls who will try to steer me wrong.”
“Grace, so help me God.” If he was in front of me, I would have to try so hard to hide the big smile on my face.
“Fine, I’ll ring the bell and wait for you.” I try not to make it known I’m laughing. “Oh, wait. Do I have to tell anyone I’m leaving to come and bring you something?” I look around. “Like, should I tell Loren or Kevin?”
“You know I’m the boss, right?” he questions.
“Really? This is brand new information. Thanks for letting me know.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t want people to think I’m not working. They might think I dipped.”
“Think you dipped?” he repeats my words.
“They might think I’m not working.” I grab the file. “Didn’t mean to throw you off with some hip lingo. Feel free to use it.”
“Grace,” he barks my name. “File. My house. Now.”
“Caine,” I say his name back. “In my hand. Walking out. If you let me go. As soon as you stop talking.” He doesn’t even say goodbye. He just hangs up, and I have no choice but to laugh out loud.
I grab my purse and the file, stopping at Kayla’s desk on the way out. “Hey, Caine isn’t coming in today, so I’m running this file over to his house.”
“Good luck with that,” she tells me right before her phone rings, so I walk out. I press the elevator button, looking down at my phone when it beeps again, but it’s just because I didn’t open his text. Opening the text, I save his phone number under Not Batman, laughing at my joke before stepping into the elevator.
I plug the address into the map, and it tells me it’s a twenty-minute drive from here. I pull out, not sure if I should tell him I’ll be there in twenty minutes or just show up. I opt to just show up, and I know right away we are in a different tax bracket when I have to punch in a code for the gate.
“You would think he might have mentioned that it’s a gated community,” I grumble before grabbing the phone and calling him.
He answers after three rings. “Caine Griffin.”
“Hey, it’s me, Grace. The gate around your palace has a keypad.”
“The code is the four digits of my address,” he explains.
“That’s not safe at all,” I say, punching it in, and the gates open. “What if I’m about to rob you? All I have to do is put in your address.”
“It’s gated, and there are cameras,” he informs me. “I think I’m fine.”
“Five minutes with my family, and they can tell you all the ways you aren’t,” I mumble. “See you soon.” I hang up on him, or maybe he hangs up on me.
I follow the route until I’m in front of his house. The house is bigger than I thought it would be. But it suits him, which is strange. The grass is cut perfectly, and I bet he hasn’t mowed it a day in his life. I grab the file and exit the car, walking up the paved driveway and looking up at the three big windows on top of the double-car garage. The two steps lead to a big brown door that is all see-through glass, except you can’t see inside, which is cool. The window on top of the door is massive. I ring the doorbell, hearing the bell on the other side as I wait for him to open the door.
I hear footsteps coming to the door, but I don’t see anything, which throws me off. The sound of the lock opening makes me look up. I’m expecting him to answer the door, but I’m not expecting Caine to open the door dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, holding the sweetest-looking baby girl in his arms. Her head is on his shoulder as she looks at me, wearing pj’s with little hearts. Her blond hair is loose, and she looks at me with the same eyes her father has. My heart literally soars in my chest, and I have to clear my throat. “Hi,” I greet them, holding up the folder, trying not to look at him. He’s all hot and bothered in a suit, but dressed in jeans, he might be even hotter, which doesn’t bode well for the whole ‘I hate my boss’ era.