Sincerely Up Yours – Grumpy Boss Comedy Read Online Penelope Bloom

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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Dad was in the kitchen. The sound of something sizzling rose up with the steam. I smelled butter, garlic, and rosemary, which instantly triggered memories of steak and potatoes for dinner as a kid. I hadn’t seen the cracks in my family back then, so my memories of those times were still fond and nostalgic. At the time, I’d just felt supported and motivated to please my parents–especially my dad, who was always in my corner trying to guide me along.

He was ten years older than my mom with mostly gray hair and a goatee I’d literally never seen him without. He was thin and tall, but starting to bend a little with age. He spotted me looking from the kitchen and raised his eyes up over his rounded glasses and flashed me a smile and a wink.

I smiled back.

“So who is this guy you invited?” My dad asked from the kitchen. He had to raise his voice over the sound of whatever was sizzling and crackling in the pans.

“My boss,” I said. I felt a little silly. I’d invited Dominic purely to screw with him and see if I could get him off balance again for the interview after dinner. The part I hadn’t really thought about was how this would look and sound to my parents.

My mom narrowed her eyes and gave a little tilt of her head. “And what makes you want to bring your boss over for family dinner? Is something going on?”

Years of training from reality TV and drama shows meant my mom was inhumanly fast at sniffing out any sort of hidden social dynamics. There was no use lying to her because she’d see right through it, so I settled for a version of the truth.

“I mean,” I said. “He’s obviously really attractive. But no, I don’t think there’s something going on. I just have to interview him for this piece we’re going to put in the magazine, and he’s kind of stuffy and reserved. I’m hoping if I bring him out of his comfort zone, I can manage to get a little more honest responses out of him for the interviews.”

“Oh.” My mom pursed her lips and nodded. “Well, I’m excited to meet him.”

“That’s smart, Buttercup,” My dad called from the kitchen. “That’s exactly why your talents are wasted at that Squawker place. You’ve got a nose for how to get the story and the chops to tell it in a way that does it justice.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said, but the words felt hollow. I wished I could go back to the version of myself that only saw his words as encouragement. I wanted to go back to not knowing he was struggling financially or seeing how desperate he was for the approval of his friends. At some point, I’d realized my dad wasn’t superhuman. He was just a normal human being with faults and flaws. Ever since then, his encouragement felt more like the desperate hands of someone drowning and trying to grab onto something solid to stay afloat. It drained me and frustrated me, but I didn’t want to let him know that.

The doorbell rang and I bounced to my feet, heart pounding. My parents' two dogs, Tinkerbell and Jarvis, bolted from my mom’s lap to yap at the door. Both of them might weigh a combined ten pounds if they were soaking wet. Tinkerbell was some kind of god-forsaken cross between a chihuahua and a yorkie. I was pretty sure Jarvis was actually just a mutated, oversized rat my parents had mistaken for a dog. He was half bald with little patches of wiry, brown hair that shot off his tiny, wrinkled body in various directions.

“I’ll get it,” I said, following the dogs to the door. I opened it and saw Dominic standing there, looking incredible. He had on jeans and a collared t-shirt. It was the most casual I’d ever seen him and also the best look I’d had at his tattoos. They ran from the backs of his hands all the way up his arms to disappear beneath the deep green sleeves of his shirt. He had one or two buttons undone and I could see more ink rising up his chest and stopping just at the line of his collar bone, except for a single key-shaped tattoo on the base of his neck.

“Hi,” I said in an annoyingly breathless voice. Stop acting so freaking starstruck, Darcy.

He raised a bottle of expensive looking wine towards me. “Thanks for inviting me.”

I took the wine and gave it a look. “You didn’t need to bring anything.”

“It’s not every day you meet your best employee’s parents, is it?”

I knew he was fucking with me, but my stupid cheeks still flushed and my insides went warm. “No, it’s not,” I muttered. For some reason, my usual ability to bite back and give him shit was short circuiting. All I could think about was how damn good he looked and how insane it was that he was in my childhood home about to meet my parents. How the hell did I think this was a good idea?


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