Page 20 of Hitting the Boss


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“I didn’t lie. We just never talked about it!”

“Same thing!” I crossed my arms under my chest. “You also wouldn’t talk to me the other night after we . . . did that.”

“You can say the words. I licked your pussy till you came all over my face.”

I swallowed. I know I’m an adult, but hearing the words again made a heat hit my cheeks. “This is inappropriate.”

His brows furrowed. “No, it’s not,” he replied.

“I can’t fucking date you.”

Shock crossed his face. “Why?”

“Half the fucking office wants to bone you. You lied to me?—”

“Did not. We didn’t talk about this.”

“This is probably against some HR rules!”

His confidence receded a bit as he made a face. “Well, that is accurate. I’m not sure about that, though. But we were seeing each other before I started. I don’t think it counts in that matter. There are loopholes. I can look back at the employee manual.”

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t think they look at that. You’re also a superior.”

“How did you not know I worked here?”

I waved my hand. “I told you, I was late the day of your big introductory meeting. Remember?”

There was a pause as he smiled. “Oh,” he said. “Yeah. That was the day you had no dry underwear.” His hand started to rub the back of his neck.

“There isn’t an up-to-date picture of you. I guessed you were eighteen in that picture?”

Cal glanced at the door like he was remembering the portrait. “Yeah, I think I was eighteen. After that I left,” he murmured.

“You're fucking rich. I just thought you were well off. Not a billionaire.”

“We never discussed that.”

“What did we talk about then?” I shouted.”We haven’t talked about anything important!”

Cal grinned. “I thought your panties were quite important.”

I groaned and threw my arms in the air. “You pervert!”

“I genuinely like you, Jordan. I want to see what can happen between us,” he said quietly. “Can you please give me a chance? I can answer any of the questions or get to know you type things that you want to know.”

I flipped him off. “I can’t. It’s too late. We aren’t the same. You're my boss! You’rerich.”

Cal looked at his desk. “Not your exact boss. I would have to look at the flowchart.”

“Fuck the flow chart! Forget my number. Forget me. I don’t want to have a bullseye on my back for evenattemptingto date you. And you’ve been trying to get laid for days. So you probably don’t even care about me. You just wanted a quick and easy lay. And you’ll probably screw everyone else in the office!’ I screamed as I stormed to the door. He slid beside me and pushed his hand on the door.

“I’m not using you.” His blue eyes were a torrent of emotion as he was looking at me.

“I feel used and stupid. So screw you. Let me out. I have actual work to do!” I said as I slapped his arm. He didn’t move. I groaned. I shoved my shoulder into his arm and he buckled. I scurried out the door. “Piss off!”

I rushed to my desk, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins from the fight and the sex. Taking deep breaths, I slid into my chair. This was bad. I fucked the boss’ son. The future of the company. Not even just basic sex. We had sex at work. I bit my lip as I looked over at the supply table. He was touching me right over there. How will I exist here without thinking of it every time I walk into the room? I felt myself grow warm again as I remembered every single thing that happened. He seemed incredible this morning.

How could it go so wrong so quickly?

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