Mistletoe & Kisses by Anthology Read Free Book Online

brother to contact someone here at the office to get it. Then I remembered what he said about them keeping their business and personal lives separate. But still… “I really don’t think he would call anyway. It was a spontaneously weird thing and … whatever. What did you need to see me about?” I asked taking a sip of my water and popping a forkful of salad into my mouth.
    “Well, it would seem that word got to Mr. Malone Scott that you are the most awesome of the awesome paralegals and he tried to steal you from me.” She towered her fingers in front of her and raised an eyebrow at me.
    “What? When? Why?” Okay, who spiked the Kool-Aid? What the hell! I’ve been with Monica from the beginning why would anyone think I would even consider leaving her.
    “I was called into Chelle’s office this morning.” Chelle is one of the top partners, one of the decision makers. If someone is to be promoted, demoted, fired, hired or what have you, Chelle calls HR, they don’t call her. “Apparently, Malone was asking around looking to add staff his new branch of the firm and your name came up a lot . Which, of course, is great for you, but…”
    “But…I’m not leaving you Monica. I love my job. I love you. We are going to grow old and die at our desks together.” I laughed and she smiled at me. “Come on.” I looked at her again. “Unless you want me to go.” Now it was my turn to be unsure. Did she want me to go work for Malone? Was she not happy with me anymore? Why hadn’t she freakin’ said something? Why wait until…
    “Of course I want you to stay with me. You have to stay and grow old with me, but I don’t want to hold you back either. He was offering you more money and a chance to travel. He would like to meet with you to discuss the option.” Shit! Travel for work? Oh, where would I travel? He is an entertainment attorney. He probably has clients all over the world. And more money, ah, more money for the retirement funds. But do I want more money? More work for more clients? Clients who are celebrities and think you are at their beckon call.
    “I’m good where I am, thank you. When he calls to meet with me I’ll thank him for the offer and opportunity, but I’m good here. Who knows maybe after you get married and pop out a few kids, I’ll head for the hills.” I laughed and waited for the nanny comment that I knew was coming, it always did.
    “Bullshit, you will be adding nanny services to your job description.” She threw her head back laughing. See, told ya. “Thanks for staying. I would hate to lose you. I can offer you more money after the new year though.” She winked when I gasped and covered my mouth.
    “Thanks for keeping me and not telling me to go.” We finished out lunch as we always did, chatting about this, that, everything in between and nothing.
     
    Wednesday night was veg on the couch night for me. I had worked late the night before with Monica until almost nine o’clock. We had cut out at six tonight and were headed back into one of our longest lasting cases. The couple had been arguing for the past three months about a piece of property that the husband wanted to sell and the wife wanted to keep. We had offered to buy husband out, but he refused to sell to the wife. The wife said she would offer him double his asking price, but we would not allow that.
    My couch night was made up of my coziest pajama boxer shorts, my softest button down pajama shirt, my softy soft knee high socks and my hair thrown up in a messy bun on top of my head. I settled in to start reading my newest Kindle download. I was reaching for my mug of hot chocolate from the side table when my phone buzzed. I looked toward it and debated on whether or not to even check it, but it might have been Monica. She had told me she would be working late tonight from home and might be calling…ugh
    M: Well it took me five fucking days to finally get your number, but I got it. I had to do a couple of things