Boss Turned Husband

Sneak peek

Of course I have to work the night some rich producer orders seventy five pizzas. I muttered to myself.

I hope this guy's a good tipper.

I'm about to knock on the door when suddenly, the door swings open with such force that it almost knocked me out of balance!

"Watch out!" I yelled.

The woman who just rushed out doesn't hear me; instead, she turns towards the man whose office she just left. "You're such a jerk, Adam!"

She looks agitated, while he looks almost . . . bored.

"You're the worst person I've ever met in my life. I pity the people who work for you," she spat.

I took a close look at her. Her hair which was styled in a donut form was scattered, she had on a long overall coat over black with white striped work pants, a white shirt which wasn't tucked in, and a back tie to top it all.

"YOU work for me, Tiffany," Adam argued.

"Not anymore. I quit!" She screamed and rushed out while he looks after her in amusement.

Oh, wow! It looks like I'm not the only one having a bad night.

I turn to the man, and give him a flashy smile. "Excuse me. You're Adam Owens, right?" I questioned.

"That's me," he affirmed, "what do you want?"

"I wear a hat that says, "Pizza Is Art," what do you think?" I sassed.

He sighs, and starts rubbing his temples. "Right, the pizzas. I forgot about those," he muttered.

"No worries. Sometimes I order seventy five pizzas too and forget about it," I piped, trying to crack a joke. There's a short pause during which he just stares at me. "Sorry, I was just trying to make a joke," I grimaced.

Adam smiles at me and I can't help but notice how handsome he looks.

Payton, focus!

"My new assistant just quit . . . I have a really tight schedule, and she was supposed to get an exclusive new record for me. Now, I have to go through five blocks myself, even with all the guests I have to attend to here," he relayed.

I nonchalantly shrug and give a suggestion. "I'm going there for a delivery. I can get it for you, if you want."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "You're sweet. Have a great night."

"No seriously, it wouldn't be a problem," I argued.

Adam raised a brow in question. "Really? You'd just do me a favor like that? You don't even know me," he supplied, a small frown etched on his face.

"I believe in good karma," I reiterated and he smirks.

"Alright, if you're sure. That would really help out a lot," he said, releasing a deep breath I felt he'd been holding for long.

"Of course, don't worry about it." I take the address and turn to leave.

"Wait, don't I have to pay you for the pizzas?"

I turn back to him. "You already paid through the app," I reminded.

"Oh, right." He extends his hand out to me, and I take it. We shake hands, and before he lets go, he leaves something in my hand.

"Have a good night . . ." He glances at my name tag, "Payton." He closes the door behind him and I open my palm to see a hundred dollars bill.