Page 20 of Devil's Deal

“What are you doing?” he asked, confidently striding around my desk and staring at my computer screen.

“Looking for a security company. I figured it was time to get some help. Obviously, one little security guard working the graveyard shift isn’t cutting it.”

He crossed his arms on the back of my chair and leaned down so close I could feel his breath on the side of my face. “Don’t worry about it. I took care of it for you.”

I tensed. “What do you mean? How? You won’t even be here.”

Rising, he came around and turned my chair toward him. Towering over me, he crossed his arms over his chest. “About that. Any chance of you giving me my room back for a few weeks?”

My eyes widened. “A few weeks?” My heart sped up with hope, maybe terror—I wasn’t sure which one—at the idea of him staying with me longer. Okay, he wouldn’t be here for me, but he’d still be in my vicinity.

He lifted one shoulder toward his ear and let it drop. “My meeting this morning took an interesting turn of events. An associate needs me to look into something for him, and in exchange, I asked him to hook you up with some cameras and security.”

“You did?” I asked, surprised. Why would he do that? “Wait. You won’t be getting paid?”

“Nah. It’s not really that type of a business arrangement. More of a favor. So I made a deal. He scratches my back, and I’ll scratch his. Win-win.”

I tilted my head in confusion. “How is that a win for you exactly? You’re not getting anything out of this deal.”

“I figured we could work something out in trade.” I gasped, and he smirked. “As in, they’ll take care of this problem for you, and you keep Gangster’s Paradise available for me. What do you think?”

Spinning my chair back toward my desk, I fumbled with my mouse and brought up our reservation software. Gangster’s Paradise was available now but reserved in a couple of weeks. Sometimes guests took the time to look through our different suites and wanted a specific room, but most of the time, they booked by need. I’d find out if they had a suite preference and go from there. “Yeah, I think I can probably make that work.”

“Excellent. Have you been in here stressing about the break-in issue all day?”

“I was.” Except for when I was thinking about him. “But you can’t just take care of this for me. You have to let me pay the bill.”

He waved his hand dismissively. “Told you, he’s doing it as a favor. He’s sending over some of the employees who guard his building. No biggie.”

“Well, then…” I bit my lip, thinking. “I’ll comp your room for while you’re here.”

He shook his head. “Nope. That ain’t happening. You’ll lose too much money if you let me stay for free.”

“Security isn’t cheap. You’re saving me a ton of money, so you have to let me reciprocate.”

His face turned stern as he glared at me. “If you comp my room, I’m going to find somewhere else to stay.”

One thing I knew for sure was that I didn’t want him leaving. My response to him confused me in every way imaginable, but I already felt better knowing he’d be around. I’d like to think it was because I’d have security until my little issue was resolved, but that would be a lie. It was one hundred percent Bosley’s presence, filling me with the first sense of peace I’d had all day.

“Fine,” I conceded.

“Good.” He waggled his eyebrows. “You need some stress relief.” He went to my office door and turned the lock. With a predatory gleam in his eye, he stalked toward my desk and wheeled my chair back to the wall. “Let me see if I can help you out there.” He dropped to his knees, and, staring me in the eyes, he began unbuttoning my pants.

“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing toward the closed doorway with apprehension.

“I told you. I’m going to take care of you.” He rubbed his hand over my underwear-clad dick, which of course had already started taking notice. “Is that a problem?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. What about my employees?” I asked. The truth was, as he reached into my briefs and palmed my cock, I wasn’t so sure I gave a fuck about Harlow and Huey. After all, Bosley had locked the door, right?

He pulled his hand out of my pants, and I almost whimpered with disappointment. He didn’t get up and leave me, though. Instead, he openedYouTube, searched speakeasy music, and turned back to me once the sounds of 20s jazz played out through the speakers. “There. As long as you’re not screaming out my name, we’ll be good. Are you ready?”

I should say no. I meant to say no. Take a raincheck or meet him up in his room. “Uh, sure. If you want.”

His only response was a smug snort as he tugged off my shoes.

“What are you doing now?”

“You’ll see.” He winked, then proceeded to divest me of everything below the waist, leaving me bare-assed on my office chair. He sat back on his ankles and drank me in. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

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