Page 39 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Stop. He was just messing with you. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Why go through such a dare, knowing it would piss me off and he would get into trouble, at best? My fists resting on my lap tightened enough to dig my nails into my palm.

“There was a reason she dared that one in particular.”

I raised a brow, waiting him out.

“Jules was tired of me talking about you so much, and she wanted me to finally push through my boundaries.”

I relaxed my clenched hands and eased my tense muscles. “I see. And what were you saying about me, Mr. McCoy? What do you talk about to make her want to put you through that?”

He swallowed visibly, and I watched the movement along his throat. He then looked away again and shifted in the chair, crossing a leg over his knee and bouncing it. His face suddenly bloomed even more red. “I swear, I’m going to kill my friend in her sleep.”

“Maybe openly talking about murder in front of your boss isn’t the best plan.”

He looked up wide-eyed. “What?”

I waved a hand at him to keep going. “You were saying?”

“God…” He exhaled with a deep breath before diving in. “I’ve had a crush on you for three years,” he blurted so fast that I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly. But I did hear him.

Myles dropped his face into his hands as his ears turned red as a beet. And I was grinning like a cat who caught the canary, but I quickly frowned again at his next confession.

“I’m also quitting, so I knew I’d have less of a risk of being fired. I’m so sorry. The plan wasn’t to tell you yet because I’m still getting my business in order. But I really need a business of my own. I love working here with you, but I don’t love the idea of working as a PA for the rest of my life.”

That complicated things, with me having to find someone new to train. I enjoyed working with Myles, yet it was suddenly freeing, too, taking away my concerns about getting involved with an employee.

“I hate to see you go, Mr. McCoy, but I do like a man who takes control of his life to make it better and more successful.”

“Thank you, sir,” he said, still not looking at me.

There was that damn word again.

I shifted my growing cock, quietly stood, and walked behind him, determined to see this thing through. I assumed at first this had been some cruel joke on me, but since it turned out he’d been pining over me the entire time he’d worked here, I wanted to throw all my rules out the window. All that time, he’d never once indicated he felt anything for me. Now that it was all out on the table, I fucking wanted him.

I rested my hands on his stiff, drooping shoulders and gently dug my fingers into the hard muscles. “So, you meant what you said in your texts?”

Shit, I was growing harder, remembering the messages word for word.

Myles nodded.

I leaned down close to his reddened ear. “Do you still feel that way, Mr. McCoy? If I were to tell you that you could touch me, would you say yes?”

His body stiffened, and he let out a little whimper, making me grin.

“Yes…” he breathed.

My grin grew wider.

Before I could respond, he asked, “But what about your rules?”

I pressed my nose into his neck, inhaling his Burberry and something akin to arousal, that musky scent filled with pheromones, turning me the hell on. Myles tilted his head to give me better access while gripping the armrests of the chair. He completely opened up to me with little or no effort on my part. I loved a man willing to give in to me.

“I’m the boss. I can change the rules. Plus, you’re leaving, are you not?” I growled into his ear.

“Fuck…”

“But before we do anything, I’m going to need you to drop your pants and underwear and bend over my desk. You need to be properly punished for your little game and for not coming to talk to me sooner about your business endeavors.”

He quickly turned his head to look at me with blown hazel eyes and full lips parted. “Punished?”

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