The Boys of Blueberries

11

Monday before work, Tristan is smiling as Sabina nears her car. "Good morning, Ms. Kyle."

Her kiss is still on his lips. Sabina pulls him down by the collar of his jacket and leaves another, square on the mouth. Surprised, he pulls back with wide eyes, head twisting around to look at Stan.

Her driver looks away.

"Kyle," Tristan breathes.

"I like my name on your lips, and I like kissing you," she says, taking her coffee. "Also, Stan already knew we were fucking, he's not surprised. I know we haven't done much talking last weekend—"

"There was no talking involved at all," Tristan muses, raising an eyebrow, finally dropping his outstretched hand. He looks her over from head to toe. It's not rocket science—what he's thinking. "You wanna count the dirty talking or—"

"Oh, shut up, smartass. Are you riding with me or are we sticking to boss-employee?"

Tristan opens the door for her and reaches out with one hand to brush his finger on her marked neck. Sabina's body shivers at his touch. "Good to know you haven't changed your mind. You're still crazy into me. Are you checking me out?"

"And what about it?" Sabina pulls at his tie, kisses him again, and then slips in the backseat.

Tristan settles in the passenger seat and straps on his his seatbelt. He looks at her over his shoulder and smiles crookedly. "At work, I'm not your boyfriend."

"Oh, so I'm a girlfriend now? I've joined the cult of the lovestruck? Andy and MJ will be proud."

"We're a thing, right? This is a thing?"

She shrugs. "I don't know. Is it?"

Tristan faces front again, and Stan pulls out of his parking space. "Yup, this is a thing. So. Your schedule today."

Sabina can't keep the smile off her lips as she sips her coffee and listens to him rattle.

Security buzzes them in quickly as soon as they arrive at the building. Tristan pushes the button and steps aside to let her through, and then stands behind her in the car.

Sabina turns around and crosses one arm over her chest. "Why do you have to stand behind me all the time in elevators?"

He shrugs with one shoulder. "You're my boss. You're the managing editor of this place, so you're my superior."

"Huh." Sabina turns around again and smiles. "Superior here and still superior in bed. I'm loving this whole relationship thing."

She yelps in surprise when Tristan's hand comes down to smack her behind hard. He leans over and whispers in her ear, "You're not superior in bed."

"I wasn't the one begging the other night."

Tristan squeezes her bottom through her dress. "Fine. I'll get you back for that tonight."

"I have a great ass, don't I?"

"Yeah."

"You do, too." Sabina reaches around with her hand and gives his a smack. Tristan laughs in her ear.

As soon as the elevator doors open, they take their hands off each other, and Sabina steps out first. The editors in the staff office stand up and collectively greet her with a, "Good morning."

Sabina stops. Tristan almost crashes into her back.

"Morning," she says to them, clearing her throat, and then heads inside her office, ignoring the gaping and the whispering.

Tristan is smiling. "You're not going to start being nice because of me, are you?"

"I'm in a good mood. Get to work, Bishop," she says back, grinning, and pushes open the glass door.