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“I knew it!” he exclaims, shifting positions on the couch so his legs are tucked under him as he shakes my arm. “Tell me everything.”
I laugh. “Okay, I'll tell you what I can, but I don't want to give you all the details. Some things need to be kept private.”
“Fair enough.” He chuckles, settling down on the couch beside me. “But you have to admit, it's pretty crazy—you and the boss, huh?”
“He's not just the boss, Race. He's… he's a good guy. But I admit, I'm a little scared about what this could mean.”
I bite my lip and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
Race nods. “Hey,” he places a reassuring hand on my shoulder, “whatever happens, we'll figure it out together, okay?”
I grin, tipping my cup toward my lips again. “Thanks, Race. That means a lot.”
He winks, his smile widening. “And for the record, I had a great night, too.”
CHAPTER20
BRANDO
After the doorbehind Ana closes, I’m met with Addison’s inquisitive gaze.
“So… You and Ana…?” she starts, grinning at me sheepishly.
“Yes,” I admit cautiously, gauging her reaction. She seems at ease and relaxed. “I like her a lot.”
Addison begins clearing away the breakfast plates and pours me another cup of coffee.
I attempt an explanation a twelve-year-old can comprehend, brushing over the details that are still burned into my mind. “After I found out she is not with Race, I decided to ask her to be more than a friend to me.”
“Did it work?” she asks innocently.
Good lord, how do I explain this to a twelve-year-old?
“Sort of. We’ll see.”
“Is she your girlfriend now?”
“Not yet, pumpkin. She has to agree to it first. But I wanted to be honest with you about my feelings for her.”
“I understand.” Addison puts the plates in the sink and gives me a warm hug. “It’s about time you got yourself a girlfriend,” she concludes happily. “And I like having her around, too.”
* * *
As Ana handsme my coffee on Monday morning, its scent tickles my nostrils, though I'm much more entranced by the way her blonde hair catches the morning sunrays.
She paces the room in confident strides, but no matter where she stops, she's always surrounded by a perfect halo of light. Every time our eyes meet, electricity crackles in the air.
I've become a damn cliché—the billionaire CEO sleeping with his assistant. And yet, no matter how sappy and inappropriate it may be, I see very few reasons to stop.
“Thank you, Ana.” I clear my throat, wondering whether my words came out even and professional, or with an edge that betrays the coil of desire burning in my core.
All I can think about is how soft her skin felt against mine as her pussy was wrapped around me.
“You got it.” The smile dancing on her lips is sincere, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Listen, about Saturday night…” I start.
“Please—” Ana holds up a hand inches away from my lips. My cock immediately stiffens at the memory of her hands trailing down my back. “Let's not discuss that here.”
