On Labor Day, Seb closed the office and I decided to clean house. I didn’t know what Seb would be doing on his day off, but I figured he’d spend it with his family, or something. At ten that morning, while I was polishing furniture, my doorbell rang. Curious, I opened the door and was mildly surprised to see Seb standing on my doorstep, looking scrumptious in jeans and a fitted button-down shirt.
“Come in,” I said, and he walked by me.
“Thanks.” He paused in the living room. “I see you’re taking the holiday seriously,” he said, smirking at the rag and polish in my hands.
“Not all of us have maids to clean up after us, you know?” I went back to wiping down the table in front of the couch. “What do you need, boss?”
I heard the hiss of breath, which meant I’d pissed him off. I loved doing
