Free Ten Days of Perfect by Andrea Randall Page B

night.
    Bo leaned forward, kissing me deeply with little regard for morning breath. Thankfully I’d at least sipped my coffee, but I realized I didn’t notice at all - I just loved his taste. He pressed me back into the bed with kisses so soft it was as if he worried I would crack beneath his weight. So, naturally, the phone rang.
    “Ugh, it’s probably Monica,” I said as I absentmindedly reached for my phone. I let out a grumble when I saw the number.
    “What?” Bo laughed.
    “It’s her.” I rolled my eyes. “We didn’t talk about my plans for last night. This is as long as she could contain her self.”
    Bo’s s mile faded, but I waved it off.
    “Hey Mon, what’s up,” I ans wered, maybe a little to blasé.
    “What’s up? Do you mean after the Spencer revelation yesterday you two didn’t get together last night?” She sounded annoyed, and I pictured her arms folded with a tapping foot.
    “Monica. It’s fine. Look, we’ll talk about it when I get to work, okay? ” She’ll see right through it.
    “November Blue Harris, is Bo Cavanaugh in your apartment right now?” A fifteen-year-old girl took over her voice.
    “Yes.”
    “Did he just get th ere or did he stay all night?”
    I paused, not wanting to let Bo know that I was going to tell Monica about last ni ght. Monica didn’t miss a beat.
    “E mber, did he stay last night?”
    “Yes.”
    “Shit! Ember!” She exclaimed excitement and panic in one breath. “Can you be to work by 7:30 so we can talk about this before Carrie gets there?”
    “Sure, Mon. See you soon.” I hung up as Monica grumbled something unintelligible and I looked at Bo. He seemed frozen in the same position he was when I an swered the phone.
    “Does she know I stayed last night?” There was no inflection in his tone.
    “She’s a smart girl. She’s also my best friend and won’t say anything. I know we’ve only known each other a couple of days but you have to trust me on that.”
    Bo’s sigh of relief took his shoulders down with it, “I just don’t want to ruin anything for anyone.” It was hard for me to determine if he was speaking about our jobs or us.
    “It’ll be fine. I do, however, have to get to work early. Crap, we’re supposed to set up a meeting. What are your other commitments this week?” Discussing business in the bedroom only served t o highlight the issues present.
    “T oday is the local high school , tomorrow I’m free after ten. ” He rested his head against my headboard.
    “So how about we do a lunch meeting tomorrow, in our office? Just text me later to confirm that’s OK. ”
    “Sure thing. D avid Bryson will be there too.”
    A devious smile erased all concern from his face. He took our coffee mugs and pl aced them on the bedside stand.
    “Hey, I need that!” I joked.
    The scorching heat from his lips melted me into my bed. He pulled away as quickly as he came in, and swiftly dressed.
    “And I needed that,” he teased. “Talk to you later.”
    He kissed me on the head before moving out of my be droom.
    “Hey!” I called out. “Don’t go trying to stalk me on Facebook or anyt hing, I don’t have an account!”
    “Hey!” He called back, out of sight, “Neither do I . Looks like we’re both out of luck!”
    I hurried to my bedroom window when I heard the door shut. Bo reached the sidewalk, paused in front of my car a moment, and glanced up to my window. I waved and he grinned before getting in his car and driving away.
    ***
     
    Monica and I got to work at the same time. She was already shaking her head at me as she pu t her car in to park.
    “Morning, M on,” I said coolly as possible.
    “Don’t ‘morning Mon’ me, smartass, get inside so we can talk!” The grin didn’t leave her face; even when we got in to my office and shut the door.
    “What do you want me to tell you? That just because we happened to have a meeting with Bo yesterday I would break whatever plans we had this week? Yesterday’s meeting was