Ian nodded and did as directed. Taren slipped one arm around his waist to brace him so he could get into his shoes and socks.
“Time to get you back to work so we can be on our way. Do you think everyone is going to know it’s you who answers to me?”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
“How much longer do you need? Should I wait, or do you want to text me when you’re done?”
“An hour, maybe two, Sir,” Ian said.
Taren gave Ian’s ass a soft slap. “I’ll head over to the café and wait for you.” He took Ian’s hand. “After I walk you back to your office, of course.”
When they reached Ian’s office door, Taren gave him a chaste peck on the cheek. “Jocelyn, don’t let him get wrapped up in too much, I want to be on the road before rush hour.”
“I have everything organized and waiting on your desk, Ian, so you c
