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“Walking. It’sonly like six blocks from here.”
“Six blocks? And you’re drunk?Fuck. Now Igottacome get you and take you home.Stay there.”
“Mr. Dymon, I’m not in any danger.I can literally see the building from here.And I am not drunk.”
“What does that mean? I was just leaving work anyway.”
As I approached the first crosswalk, his Lincoln came to a stop in front of me.
“Oh my God.” I slipped my phone in my purse.
He stepped out the back, waving his hand for me toget in.
“Leaving work my ass,” I mumbled as I slid in the car.
Sliding to the other side,he got in and shut the door.
“Hey, Mr. Bernard. Sorry that the warden is making you drive extra tonight.”
He chuckled. “It’s fine, Ms. Everly.”
I looked at Dymon, still dressed in his suitwithhis vestunbuttoned, and his tie hung loose around his neck. Was his semi-laxed-look supposed to be sexy to me, or was thatbartender heavy-handed with the Sangria?
“You are something else, Mr. Dymon.”
“How?”
I looked at Mr. Bernard, who was looking out at the road.
“Mr. Bernard—my mother’s name is Bern by the way—do you know that Dymon has the chance to be having sex, but hechoosesto harass me by phone, and now in person?I’ve literally been walking all over the area since I’ve been here. It’s no big deal.”
“This is not your farmland, where you know everybody. This is New York. Anything could happen to you in betweenthose six blocks.”
“Mr. Dymon, we are off the clock, and I will beat your ass. It’s not farmland. If you had the capacity to care about anything other than yourself, I’d let you know about the history ofCitrus Grove, but it would just be a waste of breath. Google it whenever you’re bored.It’s what I did to learn about you.”
When he lookedtaken aback, I mirrored his expression.
“What does thatmean? Don’t believe everything Google says.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m not. Especially the segment of Reddit where the girls talk about how much fun they have with the hotel tycoon, Dymon Danger.”
I was sure whatever thoughts he had he swallowed them when I scooted to the middle of the car.
“What are you doing, Quinci?”
“What you been wanting to do since you laid eyes on me, but too scared to say it.”
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against his. They were sofucking soft.He pulled my bottom lip in his mouth, suckingit, before nibbling on it.Catching his tongue in between my lips, I started sucking on it. His tongue was solong and thick.Moisture pooled in the seat of my panties. I had to pull away from him, or I’d lose my breath.
“Mr. Dymon,” I whispered.
“What?”
I blinked.
He was on his side of the car, staring at mewith a blank look on his face. When I realized that I’d fantasized about kissing my boss, while literally sitting in his face, I was mortified. My chest started to constrict.
“What did I just say, Mr. Dymon?”
