Falling For My Boss

Chapter 6

~~~~Y/N’s POV~~~~

"I think so. Thanks for the sweats, Boss." As she heads towards the door I reach out and try to take the bags she's holding. She pulls away before I can grab them and gives me a stern look. "What? I always carry your things for you."

"Not when I've pushed you into a pool, you don't." She strides past me and out to where the car is waiting for us. I watch for a second as she attempts to get in with all of the bags in her arms before stepping in to help her. She accepts the help, but she glares at me first.

"I can still do my job in sweatpants, you know." I say once we're in the car and rolling.

"Of course you can. I just feel bad. I thought it would be funny! I can't believe I had all day and didn't think of a way to get you close to the pool without your phones."

"Well you probably couldn't get me anywhere without my phones, honestly." I shrug, and feel her oversized sweatshirt slip off of my shoulder. As I reach up to pull it back into place, I catch her eyes lingering on my skin. There's a swooping feeling in my stomach as we turn a corner and she suggests driving through somewhere for food. I look at her incredulously.

"What, y/n?"

"You don't ever eat fast food. Like ever." I’m shook.

"Of course I do." She looks at me flatly.

"No, you don't. I literally order all of your food. You have an absurdly healthy diet. I have no idea how you do it, but you do."

"Okay, well you eat it, and I feel bad," she admits, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

"You're killing me, Boss."

"Let me make it up to you, and I won't continue to kill you!"

"There's no need! I'm fine. I got over it the second my phones turned on."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Ms. Steinfeld, I'm sure." The extra attention she's giving me is making me feel embarrassed about why I was off guard enough for her to push me into the pool in the first place, and I just want to get home. When we finally get back to her house, it's pretty late. I open the door for her and help her with the bags before I head toward the door, telling her I'll go through and put everything away in the morning. My hand is on the door knob when I hear her behind me.

"Stay for a drink. Please." I turn to see her standing in the hallway with her arms crossed.

"I-" I start, but she cuts me off.

"I know, you're not mad, but it would make me feel better."

"Boss, I just want to go home and get in my own clothes." I gesture at my ensemble, which was clearly made specifically for her because the pant legs are way too long on me despite the fact that they fit my waist, and the sleeves drape over my hands.

"Please, y/n. Just a drink. I won't be able to sleep if I feel like something is off."

"Nothing is off! I'm fine! Really, I'm just-tired," I bluff.

"You're way quieter than normal, and I hate to say it, but the lady doth protest too much, y/n. You can literally drink a glass of water, just talk to me for a minute! You were so excited for Vogue, I want to know what you thought." She grabs my hand, and I can't say no. All my protestations go fuzzy in my mind and all I can think about is the fact that my hand feels tingly in her grasp. I nod, and she heads back to the kitchen, pulling me behind her.

"Uh, Boss, you can let go," I say, trying not to sound as nervous as I feel.

"Oh, sorry. Okay, I'll get you a glass of water and you tell me what you thought about Vogue." She grins sheepishly at me.