Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I clear my throat. “Maybe go on. Still unclear.” I know I’m asking for trouble, but I need him to admit what he wants.
He leans forward. His hands run up my thighs, stopping just short of my panty line. My body shivers at his touch. It’s impossible to hide how he affects me.
“I want to fuck you until you can’t speak. Taste every single inch of you.” Moving closer, he cups my chin and brushes his thumb across my lower lip. “I want to explore this mouth with my cock because I bet these lips would feel amazing wrapped around me.”
He presses on my lip, and my mouth slowly opens. “Have you ever thought about that, Fay? Because I have. More times than I can count. And now that I know what a naughty little assistant you are, I think it’s only fair to show you what a bad boss I can be. The question is, do you want that?”
I don’t know how to answer. Mainly because he’s rendered me speechless. My entire body buzzes with need, and I want everything he’s offered. Every single naughty thing. “I do,” I reply more breathlessly than intended.
He pulls away and moves back in his chair. “Then there are some things we need to clear up.” And back to business. “This has to stay between us. No one can know.”
“Ah, you want me to be your dirty little secret.”
Anger blazes across his face. “That’s not what I fucking said.”
“Isn’t it, though? No one can know.” His disrespect has me standing. “Yeah, no thanks.”
“Fay, wait. You don’t understand.”
“No, Theo, I do. That’s the problem.”
“My life is very complicated right now. If anyone knew—”
“You mean if your girlfriend knew.”
His fingers clench around his desk. “I am not dating anyone. And that’s all I can say about that. Listen, I’m laying it on the table. I want you. Bad. And I think you want me too. Yes, this can’t be a publicly known thing. For starters, you’re my assistant. It’s quite frowned upon. I’m asking you to trust me. So, you’re correct. You would be a secret. But it’s the only way this can work out if you’re interested. If not, I’ll never mention it again.” I can’t do anything but stare at him. “Are you denying the attraction between us?”
Dammit, I can’t. He’s right. I want him. I’m just hoping it doesn’t come at a cost I can’t pay. “Fine. You win.”
“I win?”
“Yep. You win me. And, of course, my silence.”
He assesses my response, waiting for me to take it back. When I don’t, he nods. “Good. If you have plans tonight, cancel them. You’ll be with me.”
“Oh, are we working late?”
“No, you’ll be in my bed. If there’s nothing else, my home address will be in your inbox. I’ll take the notes from yesterday’s meeting. Amy should have them. And another cup of coffee.”
Dismissed, I roll my eyes and walk away.
“Oh, and Fay?” I turn to him. “You look absolutely breathtaking this morning. If I make it through the day without dragging you into my bathroom and fucking you over the counter, it will be a miracle.”
My mouth drops.
“Don’t forget the coffee.”
Asshole. Hot, hot asshole. “Sure thing, Mr. Monroe.” I fight the smile at his compliment and put an extra sway into my hips as I walk out of his office.
Theo has me cancel all his meetings and stays locked in his office on private calls. I spend most of the day proofing land surveys from five years ago to the most recent, the Geller project. I’ve found seven more altered reports all with the same discrepancy. I’m not sure what it means, but I assume it’s not good.
When it finally hits five o’clock, I shut down my computer and gather my things. Theo walks out, wearing his suit coat and carrying his work tote. “Have a nice evening, Miss Evans,” he teases and continues toward the exit.
“That’s to be determined,” I say to his back.
I scramble to catch the next elevator and race home. I go through my closet in a panic. What the heck does someone wear when they’re about to be eaten alive by their sexy beast of a boss? Casual but comfortable it is.
Have a nice evening, Miss Evans. I can’t stop hearing his voice. There was both a challenge and a promise in that sentence. He’s going to ruin me in the most glorious way. And if tonight is anything like our hotel stay, I’m in big trouble.
I shouldn’t be this nervous. It’s not our first time, but it’s different. The stakes feel higher, too. He’s inviting me into his home. It’s more. . . personal. And I’m not sure how to wrap my head around that.
“Take it moment by moment,” I coach myself. But the last thing I want to do is get lost in the moment or want more than he’s willing to offer. But the more our connection develops, the more I start to feel. Imagine. Is it entirely out of the question to see us as more than secret lovers? Jesus, that sounds like something from one of my mom’s romance books. Secret fuck buddies. That sounds more current day.