Brazen Bossman: A Hero Club Novel, стр. 16
“I should fire you…” he continues. “But goddamn if I don’t want to.”
I think I’m hallucinating his words, because surely I’m making it up.
“Say it again,” I whisper, because I need to know if he really just said he wanted me.
He leans in closer. His entire body is covering me, and his nose is ghosting over mine.
“You strut your shit around this office, pushing back when I pull, being an insubordinate little brat, and you can possibly question the fact I want you? Look at you in your tight-ass skirt and sky-high, fuck-me heels. You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you? How couldn’t you?” He slides his hand around to the back of my neck and grips me there. Not to the point of pain but enough to show me he is controlling this situation. “I am driven crazy with wanting you, Piper.”
“I don’t do anything on purpose, Nathanial. Contrary to what you think, the entire world doesn’t revolve around you, in fact, when I pick my clothes every morning, you’re the last person on my mind.” I lick my lips and stifle a moan when he leans in closer.
My chest is heaving as pure, hormonal, animalistic instincts take over. My brain, the logical side that should be telling me to run far, far away because this is my boss; my asshole of a boss, who I’ve seen bring interns to tears without a hint of remorse. I should slap him across the face for touching me and for hitting on me, but for some reason, all I can focus on is my nipples hardening under my bra. The warmth between my thighs spreading outward and growing to encase my entire body.
He’s going to kiss me.
I know it is going to happen as soon as his grip on my neck tightens.
I push up on my toes, search his face for just a moment before my eyes drop closed to wait on the connection of our lips that is, without a doubt, going to be electric… but it doesn’t happen.
The sound of his phone ringing ricochets off the walls and he pushes away from me like I zapped him with a Taser.
I stay plastered to the door. I can’t move. My brain isn’t communicating with my limbs yet. I just stare at him as he runs his hands through his hair before picking up his desk phone.
“Lennox.” His voice is gruff, low, deep. His eyes are on me, holding me in place. “Gabrielle. Yes. I’m nearly ready. Just a few more words with my secretary then I’m all yours.”
He places the phone back on the receiver and sinks to sit in his chair.
“I have company in the lobby. Please go let her in. She knows where to go from there.”
He is stoic, like nothing happened between us at all, and it does nothing but piss me off.
I smooth my skirt that had somehow ended up bunching around my upper thighs, showcasing the lace tops of my stockings.
“Right away, sir.”
I see his jaw clench ever so slightly at my voice.
“And hold my calls. I don’t want this meeting to be interrupted.”
I fight every urge to roll my eyes. How can he say what he said to me, then turn around and do whatever it is he’s about to do with whoever this Gabrielle broad is?
Then I suddenly realize, I shouldn’t give two fucks, because even though he makes me weak in the knees, he is a fucking asshole.
Always remember that. Assholes are never worth your jealousy, confusion, or time.
***
Gabrielle is exactly as I expected her to be. I’ve clearly had too much time to think about this, given that she calls the office for him every other fucking day.
Blonde. Gorgeous. Professional in her high-waisted black slacks and matching suit jacket.
Her hair is piled high in this twisty thing, which I’d never in a million years know how to do, and she struts her shit into his office, wearing a pair of crisp, shiny, patent leather Louboutin pumps.
She should give off the biggest bitch vibe I’ve ever seen, but she has the kindest eyes.
I hate her instantly, even though I have no reason.
He is waiting for her at the door and they exchange a brief hug before she steps inside around him.
There isn’t anything written on his face that would give away they have any type of sexual relationship… I just know this is clearly a personal meeting, as it isn’t on his calendar and he is very kind to her, which is an anomaly.
His eyes travel toward me when she is out of sight and lock on mine.
“You’re staring, Ms. Kingston. I pay you to work, remember? Not gawk.”
And with that, he disappears back into his office and I don’t see him the rest of the day.
Nathanial
There could not have been a worse time for Gabrielle to show up. Not that I didn’t know she was coming, of course I did, but she literally stopped me from fucking Piper right there where we stood.
One second longer, one more touch, one more lick of her lips, and I would have become a feral animal taken by the need to fuck her senseless.
“You look… lost. Are you all right?” Gabrielle asks, as she takes her seat, pulling me out of my very inappropriate train of thought.
“I’m fine.” I walk over to the small cabinet by the window, pulling out a bottle of scotch and two glasses. “Join me?”
“Please. Neat.”
I twist the cap off, pour two fingers in each glass then take my seat across from her, sliding her drink across the oak desk.
“Long day?”
“To say the least. You’re quite the pain in my ass.” She plops some files on my desk. “I talked to my attorney for you, just to get some guidance on what you’re wanting to do here, and it’s not