Best of Bosses 2008(36)

‘Thanks, Ingrid.’ Fran removed the lid and opened the box to reveal a birthday cake, in the shape of a cup of coffee, covered in what looked like pure chocolate. ‘Happy birthday Gio’ was written on it in white icing, and there was a rosetta piped underneath his name.

There were no candles; instead, there were tiny indoor sparklers along the top of the cake. And Gio had to swallow the lump in his throat when Fran lit them.

She’d arranged all this—just for him.

At really, really short notice.

‘Sparklers?’ he asked.

‘Well, with twenty-nine candles, we would probably have set the cake on fire and then the café’s sprinkler system would’ve gone off,’ Fran teased. ‘Besides, these are meant to look like froth on top of the coffee. Smile!’

Before he’d realised her intention, she’d taken a photograph of him next to his sparkler-topped cake.

‘Make a wish,’ she said as the sparklers burned out. ‘And remember to keep it secret or it won’t come true.’

A wish. There was one right in the middle of his heart, but he wasn’t quite prepared to name it to himself. Not yet.

She produced a knife from behind the counter and a stack of plates and napkins; he cut the cake into slices and Fran handed them round to everyone sitting in the café.

‘Is this pure chocolate brownie?’ he asked.

‘Special order,’ Ingrid confirmed.

‘For a special guy,’ Fran added, then kissed the tips of her fingers, leaned over the counter and dabbed them on the end of his nose. ‘Happy birthday, honey.’

Gio caught the slightly misty look in his mother and grandmother’s eyes. Fran was playing her part to perfection.

But he had to remember it was just a part—and it was going to stay that way, because he knew she wanted something he just didn’t think he was capable of giving her. Security and a happy ever after.

And he wasn’t supposed to be letting his heart get involved.

All the same, when everyone had gone and Fran had disappeared into the office to do her usual magic with the admin, he went out to the back and gave her a hug. ‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘I honestly wasn’t expecting this.’

‘It’s your birthday. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I let it pass without comment?’ She fished under the desk and brought out a neatly wrapped parcel. ‘By the way—happy birthday.’

She’d bought him a present? But…‘You didn’t have to do this,’ he said. ‘The cake was more than enough.’

‘Hey. You said I could choose whatever chocolates I liked in Fortnum’s. Of course I’m going to buy you a birthday present.’ She grinned. ‘You’ll be spending a lot of money on me. I’m just as greedy as you are—’

Yes, please, he thought.

‘—when it comes to chocolate.’

Oh, lord. He needed to get his mind back to real life, not fantasy.

He opened the parcel to discover a black cashmere sweater that felt like a soft caress against his skin. Like her mouth tracing a path down his throat, all warm and sweet and incredibly sexy. ‘Fran, this is…I don’t know what to say.’ He leaned forward to kiss her cheek in thanks, and somehow ended up brushing his mouth against hers. A soft, sweet, gentle kiss that made his body feel lit up from within, like the sparklers she’d put on his birthday cake.

He broke the kiss, and for one crazy moment he almost marched over to the door so he could lock it behind them and then stride back to his desk and kiss her properly, until they were both dizzy with need and took the kiss to its ultimate conclusion. The conclusion maybe it should’ve reached on Sunday, when they’d been kissing on her sofa. The conclusion he hadn’t been able to get out of his head ever since.

And then common sense washed back in.

She’d agreed to help him out by pretending to be his girlfriend, for his family’s sake. And he was really going to need her when he expanded the business. So the last thing he should be doing was taking advantage of her. ‘Thank you, Fran,’ he said quietly, and left the office while his self-control would still let him.



At the end of the day, Fran stayed behind. ‘I forgot to tell you something.’

He went cold. ‘What?’ That she’d found another job? That she’d changed her mind about accepting a permanent role at Giovanni’s? That she had a prior engagement so she couldn’t go to the family party on Saturday night?

‘Your parents and Nonna would expect me, as your girlfriend, to take you out to dinner tonight, seeing that it’s your birthday.’

He shook his head. ‘It’s OK. You don’t have to do that. I’ll get a takeaway delivered.’