Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“You said something to your mom as we were leaving,” Bailey murmurs, and the somber tone has my laugh dying a quick death.
I nod because I know exactly what she’s remembering. And I hadn’t meant for those words to come out, but they had. Of course, Bailey latched onto them.
“You implied I was more than an employee,” she says.
“Yes,” I admit without hesitation. No sense in hiding it. “Which is at odds with what I thought I wanted.”
“Which was?” she inquires.
“Life without commitments. No expectations. Minimal ties. All that means there can be no disappointments. Freedom is what I wanted.”
Bailey frowns as she considers my words. “I can tell you don’t like having feelings. They’re hard for you to reconcile.”
There’s not much I can say to that except, “True.”
She nods in understanding. “Just so you know, I’m sort of the same. This wasn’t anything I was looking for or wanted.”
“And yet here we are,” I murmur.
“Here we are,” she echoes.
Silence ensues, and it’s not uncomfortable. We digest the admissions we just exchanged, Bailey staring into her wine and me staring at Bailey.
She’s so beautiful, and it has more to do with who she is inside than outside.
Weird.
“Are we going to do something about this?” she finally asks.
Once again, I’m surprised at the blunt question. “You mean like… have a relationship?”
Bailey shrugs. “That, or go back to the way we were. Sex only at the club.”
I see what she’s doing. She’s forcing me to confront my own words to my mother as we stormed out of the dining room.
She had said, “She’s just an employee.”
And I had said, “You’re wrong about that, Mother.”
Now Bailey is pushing me to see if I really meant it. Because if she is just an employee, then we should abide by the regular agreement. We are professional colleagues by day, fuck buddies by night, and nothing more.
That means I can’t get offended if someone does something rude to Bailey. To be honest it has a lot of repercussions.
I muse. “If we only had sex at The Wicked Horse, that would hinder my ability to bend you over my desk when I saw fit.”
Bailey smirks. “I see the conundrum.”
And since I’ve thought about bending her over that desk, I must do it at some point. I’ll obsess about it until I have her that way.
So it’s time to decide on what I want. Reaching out, I take Bailey’s wine glass. I lean forward to set it with mine on the coffee table. Pressing a hand down into the cushion, I get closer until she has to meet my eyes. “I think I’d like better access to you.”
An elegant eyebrow draws upward. “You mean more convenient sex?”
My chin jerks inward, my expression one of mock surprise. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”
She snorts, and I laugh along with her. I reach out, take her hand. “But no… I’m thinking about more time with you. You fascinate me, Miss Robbins.”
“There you go… calling me that again,” she teases.
“Yeah… there I go again,” I agree softly.
Bailey goes up on her knees, scoots closer to me on the couch. Her hands come down on my shoulders, and she hovers in front of me. I’m hypnotized as she drifts in closer, her head angling slightly so her mouth can close over mine. It’s the first time she’s initiated a kiss, and the touch of her soft lips against mine goes straight to my cock.
“Mmmm,” I murmur my appreciation, taking her hand from my shoulder and sliding it down my chest, over my abdomen, and onto my lap to force her fingers around my erection. “See what you do to me? With just a kiss.”
“You do the same to me,” she replies breathily.
“I think I’ll find that out for myself,” I growl, fingering the hem of her dress. “Can’t take your word for it, you know.”
Bailey’s head tips back, and she laughs. I’m mesmerized by the flash of white teeth and the beautiful sound, and I realize I like it as much as her hand on my dick.
“You’re definitely more than an employee,” I say, knocking the smile right off her face at my bold proclamation. “I just don’t know what yet. I want to find out.”
This time, I kiss her, drawing her down onto my lap with my arms wrapped tight around her. My kiss is hard and deep. When I let her have air, I ask, “Do you want to find out, Miss Robbins?”
If I had expected her to just roll over and bare her throat to me, I should remember she’s unlike other women.
Instead, she pulls back with a cautious expression. “If this doesn’t work out, my job is in jeopardy.”
I frown at her rational approach. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I’d make it right.”
“How do I know that?”