Page 54 of #Bossholes

That means something, right?

This is one of the reasons I never really dated; I suck at it. I’m terrible at reading signals and deciphering all this magical code.

Maybe he’s hoping that by the time he’s out of the shower, I’ll be long gone. I have no idea what the etiquette is after a one-night stand, but I’m pretty sure I should make my exit. Maybe I can be the one to hightail it out the door without saying goodbye.

Yep. That’s exactly what I need to do.

But, of course, I left my clothes folded all nice and neat in the bathroom. The bathroom where Maverick, my boss, is showering. Naked.

Dang it.

I rise up to my tiptoes and sneakmy naked assthrough the hotel room, stopping right outside the opening to the bathroom. The water is still on, and I can only hope he’s washing his face and is blinded by suds, giving me enough time to grab my clothes and promptly retreat.

After taking a very quiet, very deep breath, I reach in, peek around the wall, and stretch my arm as far as I can. My fingers brush against the fabric of my dress, and internally I’m ecstatic. Externally, I’m silent, edging forward another millimeter or two.

And another.

This time my hand closes around my clothes, and I glance in the mirror. It’s fogged up so I can’t see shit. Hopefully that means he can’t see me either. Since time is of the essence, I pick up the pace and yank my stuff back to me. Only my black silk panties fall on the floor halfway to me.

It’s fine.

I didn’t like them anyway.

Who needs panties? Not this girl.

I’m lunging toward the bed when I hear the hotel door lock mechanism. Shit. Shit.Shit.Wyatt must be coming back from wherever the hell he was. There’s definitely no chance I’ll be able to sneak out of here now, and hiding under the bed would be ridiculous. It would be, right?

I work quick, fastening my bra and pulling the dress over my head. I’m smoothing it over my hips when Wyatt saunters into the bedroom looking way too good in his suit from yesterday, holding a drink carrier with three cups of coffee.

The look he gives me is downright sinful as his gaze rakes over my bare legs and up my body. His tongue runs along his teeth, filling me with memories from last night, of all the things he can do with it. It’s criminal he can illicit all that with one look. He really should be ashamed, but the look on his face tells me he’s anything but.

“Were you trying to run out of here, baby girl?” His voice is deep, gravely, and has my insides clenching. I don’t know what I was thinking. Monday is going to be a disaster. There’s a good chance I’m going to have a spontaneous orgasm organizing their schedule for the week.

Pull it together, Kinsley. You weren’t even sure this man knew your name two days ago.Ugh.But does it really matter when he can turn you into a pile of goo with his tongue?

“I would never.” I cross my arms—a guilty move—and I promptly uncross them, leaning casually on the armchair. Nothing to see here. I’m completely innocent and guilt free. Nailed it. “It was chilly in here.”

Wyatt smirks, his brows raising, and he huffs a laugh, glancing over my head.

“You should have seen her sneaking into the bathroom to get her dress. If you hadn’t walked through the door, our little secretary would have been long gone.” Maverick chuckles, his hands landing on my shoulders, and I jump. Alright, maybe I haven’t nailed the casual stance.

“Please.” I shrug him off with a wave. “I was just getting dressed. No big deal. You’ve seen me in clothes before. What’s that you have there?”

Maverick laughs behind me and slaps my ass, then presses his lips to the side of my neck. “Changing the subject, huh? You forgot these in your mad dash to the door.”

Of course, he flits around me, my thong dangling from his finger.

Heat crawls up my neck and spreads across my face, and Maverick continues to laugh, my panties continuing to dangle. “Consider it a souvenir.”

“Sure thing. I’ll jerk off with them when I get home.” He tosses them on his clothes with a wink, and I’m dead. I’m deader than dead. Not only am I imagining Maverick coming into mythong, using it to stroke himself, but he’s standing in front of me in a towel.

Not just any towel either, one of those hotel ones we all know doesn’t fit around a normal human. Somehow he has it fastened around his waist—low around his waist—highlighting his defined abs and those freaking lines cutting right down to his dick. A few hours ago, I licked those lines like they were a tootsie roll pop and I was dying to get to the center.

Wyatt interrupts my reverie, plucking a cup from the holder and waving it in front of my face. “When you’re done ogling Mav, I brought us coffee.”

I snag the cup, my eyes narrowed on his. “You know how to get your own coffee?”

Maverick grabs his with a laugh while Wyatt looks affronted, like I just insulted him and every member of his family. “Absolutely not. I’m fully incapable of doing anything myself. Just ask my secretary.”

---