Page 55 of Dating the Boss

“If only you were my type,” Quinn said with an overly dramatic sigh.

“I’m everyone’s type.”

“Hey, that’s my line.”

When we both started laughing, I knew we were okay. That’s the thing with me and Quinn. We could bicker one moment and then act like nothing’s wrong the next. He was my chosen family. My brother.

“Wear the coral shirt with the black jacket,” Quinn said. “Throw on some skinny jeans and those new boots I got you for Christmas, and he won’t stand a chance at resisting you.”

“Oh! That’s perfect!” I grabbed the shirt off the hanger. “Thanks, Beck.”

“Anytime.” There were murmured voices on his end of the line. “Monty says to stop talking on the phone and get ready.”

“Tell Monty he can kiss my ass.”

Quinn laughed. “Have a good night, Reed. Let me know how it goes.”

I changed into the outfit he suggested before touching up my hair in the bathroom mirror. A little bit before six thirty, my phone rang, and my stomach did little flips.

“Hey, you,” I answered it.

“Come outside,” Daniel said. Well, more like ordered.

“Pardon moi?” I walked over to the living room window and saw his car idling in my driveway. “My, my, Mr. Sawyer. You need to freshen up on your proper dating etiquette.”

“How so?” he asked with amusement thick in his tone.

“A date is supposed to come to the door.”

“Is that what all your other dates did?”

“No,” I answered. “They all sat in their cars too.”

Just then, the driver’s-side door swung open and Daniel stepped out, shutting it before walking toward the house. Thank god I had the extra time to compose myself after seeing him. He wore a fitted suit that hugged every inch of his sexy, muscled body and a black coat on over it.

“That’s not fair,” I said into the phone, watching him. “You look like a damn movie star.”

I was rewarded with a raspy laugh. “And you always look like a model. I guess we’re quite the pair.”

Damn him and his flattery. The man was smooth. Real smooth.

Even though I stood in the entryway, I waited for him to knock on the door before opening it. “Hey there.”

Daniel smirked down at me. “Is this better?”

“Yep.” I grabbed his gloved hand and led him into the house. “Come in out of the cold. I just need to grab my coat.” I dashed to the hallway closet and pulled it off the hanger before shrugging it on. “You gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“To dinner,” he answered.

“Oh, so you were serious about the food.” I turned to him with a smile and walked over. “I thought that was code for you were gonna eat me. Or me eat you. Both ways work.”

“Not everything is about sex, Reed.” Daniel tugged me to his chest.

“Um. In my experience it is,” I said as my heart picked up pace. That tender look in his blue eyes never failed to send it racing. “Guys will take me out just so they can get some ass at the end of the night.”

“I’m not them.”

Wasn’t that the fucking truth.