AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He nods coolly and heads into his office. I let out a heavy breath and sink back against my chair. I’m actually pretty proud of how I’m doing. No one would guess I’d spent half the night tossing and turning, worrying about what Sienna would say if she ever found out I’d sold my soul to the devil.
He’s a handsome devil, though…
Focus! You’re at the office now. There’s no point thinking about the way he jerked himself off while watching you come. Or the way he fucked you over the gorgeous black armchair by the window. Or the moment when he—
Ping!
RUSLAN:Have the day’s schedule on my desk in five.
I snatch up the schedule I already printed and step into his office. “Here you are, sir.”
He takes the sheet of paper without looking away from his laptop screen.
So far, so good. Nothing’s been different about our interaction. He’s my boss; I’m his assistant. And I’m definitelynotthinking about the way his jaw clenched every time he thrust into me last night.
Once he’s done scanning through the schedule, he hands it back to me. “Push my eight o’clock meeting by an hour. And I’ll need you to pick up lunch from Spice Symphony today.”
I make a note. “Will do. Did you want something scheduled for one o’clock?”
“No. Raquel will be joining me for lunch.”
My pen freezes on the paper. Raquel is one of the rich, beautiful socialite-slash-influencer-slash models that Ruslan keeps in his rotation for parties, events, and charities. Every so often, one of his “dates” shows up at the office to have lunch with him.
I swallow hard and glance up from my notepad. He’s not looking at me. His attention is back on the laptop screen.
I could break the invisible boundaries of our agreement right now and ask him just what the hell he’s playing at.Are you having lunch with her alone? Why are you having lunch with her at all? Didn’t we agree to be monogamous?
But the moment I ask any one of those questions, he’s going to know I care. He’s going to assume I’m getting attached, emotional… clingy.
“Will that be all, sir?” I’m proud of the fact that my voice remains composed and casual.
“That will be all.”
I nod and step out, even though my heart is doing stupid, self-pitying pitter-patters in my chest.
This isn’t some torrid romance.
It’s business.
I need to remember that.
* * *
“Pizza?”
Both Reagan and Caroline are looking up at me with wide eyes, their excitement momentarily suspended until they get concrete confirmation that the cheesy goodness I’m holding is indeed for them.
I turn the boxes to the side to give them a glimpse of the logo. “Twopizzas!”
It’s like I just announced that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny just teamed up to invent a new holiday. Both girls erupt into a chorus of unintelligible screams. I’m fighting a nasty migraine, but honestly, seeing them this happy is so worth it.
I’ve been feeling like a failure as an aunt and a guardian lately and, even though all I’m offering them is cheesy dough, it still feels like a victory.
“Auntie Em?” Josh walks over to me from the kitchen.
“Hey, Joshie!” I wrap an arm around his shoulder. “Did you hear the news? We’re having pizza for dinner.”
He frowns. I hate that he’s become so wary of good fortune.
