The Bachelor Boss

Stopping in front of Libby’s office, Neil watched for a moment unobserved.

She was outside in the secretary’s cubicle, Dunk’s gaze glued to her as she explained something. Dunk was a tall towhead, with hands and limbs that seemed too big for the rest of him. Though Neil expected to see something break or fly apart at any minute, nothing happened. Dunk even managed to safely pour himself a cup of coffee.

It was only when he turned around that he got nervous, and only when he spotted Neil.

“Mr. O’Rourke, h-hello.”

Mr. O’Rourke?

Libby was right, that did sound stuffy.

“Hi, Duncan. Please call me Neil.”

Dunk’s face was dubious. “Yes, sir. Thank you. I will…yes.” He edged away and hurried down the corridor.

Sir?

Great, that was certainly an improvement.

Neil looked at Libby in time to see her wipe a smile from her lips. “Good morning,” she said cheerfully.

At least she hadn’t called him Mr. O’Rourke, as well.

“Good morning. Did you enjoy your plans on Friday?”

She looked at him blankly. “Plans?”

“The reason you couldn’t attend my nieces’ birthday party.”

“Oh, fine.” Libby thought about her quiet Friday evening. She’d spent it scribbling down notes for the bed-and-breakfast proposal. Real exciting stuff. The biggest adrenaline rush of the entire weekend was when she’d dreamed something utterly inappropriate about Neil, but she couldn’t mention that. “How is your mother and Dylan and everyone?”