User #5: If I could dance like you, I wouldn’t know how to act.
User#6: The way he’s looking at her… my man ready to risk it all.
Just wait til they find out he’s my boss.
Nathan Edge was a lot of things. Ruthless businessman. Innovative CEO. Occasional insufferable boss. But he was no actor. The stark desire on his face as he watched me dance for him was real and screamed one thing: He wants me.
And after weeks of peeling back layers of Nathan I wasn’t sure existed, I think it was more than safe to say that I wanted him too.
Twenty thousand strangers just watched me grind on my boss, and now I had to figure out what came next.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
ELISE
THE KNOCKING ONthe door grew louder by the second. It was the kind of knock that said I had about three seconds before the person on the other side burst through, and since I wasn’t in the mood to replace my bedroom door, I heaved a sigh and gave in, letting the intruder, otherwise known as my best friend, inside.
Kelsey blew into my room in her silk pajamas with her feet bare, and a silk bonnet neatly covering her braids.
“Have you been standing outside my bedroom waiting for me to wake up?”
“Of course not,” Kelsey scoffed. “We’ve been roommates since freshman year at UCLA; I know your sleep patterns.” She reminded me. “Which means I knew you’d be up right now.”
“Okay, stalker.” I joked, stepping away from the door so I could continue to get ready. Unlike my best-friend, I didn’t havethe luxury of still being in my pajamas and bonnet, not when I had to be at work in about forty-five minutes.
Work.
My stomach dipped at the thought.
Lately, the idea of going to work hadn’t filled me with trepidation as it had in the past, not when Nathan behaved more human and kinder than I ever thought possible. In just a few short weeks, Nathan had become someone I wanted to spend time with, both at work and off the clock, and craving that connection had been what had led us together yesterday in the dance studio late at night. Dancing on and for him in a way that was anything but appropriate.
And in less than an hour I would have to face him. Hell, I’d have to face the entire company. There was no doubt in my mind that everyone there had watched the Tiktok of me dancing on Nathan.
Is it too late to call out sick?
“How much longer do you expect me to stand here before I mention the fact that there's a video of you giving your boss a lapdance all over TikTok?” Kelsey demanded.
“A lapdance is a little dramatic don't you think?” I digressed, digging into my makeup bag for my brown lip liner.
“What else would you call this?” Kelsey held up her phone for me to see and there on the screen was the video of me dancing on my boss, specifically grinding on his lap.
My stomach dipped for all new reasons now, but I ignored it and pushed Kelsey’s phone back towards her.
“I call it my latest dance video. What would you call it?”
“I call it you have five seconds to tell me if there's something going on between you and Mr.Asshole.” Kelsey demanded.
“Can we stop calling him that? He's actually not that bad.” I replied.
“And now you're defending him?” Kelsey studied me, making it impossible for me to concentrate on the task of lining my lips with the combo I reserve for work.
“This conversation is slowing me down.” I replied.
“Elle.”
I placed my lip liner pencil down on my makeup table before saying what I've been afraid to say out loud since last night. “We kissed.”
Kelsey’s jaw dropped so fast I half expected it to hit the floor. “You kissed him?” she shrieked, her voice hitting an octave I’ve only ever heard when she sang.
