Page 83 of #Bossholes

Speak for yourself. I have a football player on lockdown who fulfills all my fantasies.

Daisy

No one likes a showoff.

Holly

Just found an office why choose romance with good reviews and, ladies, I think we have our next read. Kins can tell us how accurate it is. Especially in certain places.

Kinsley

I will not be doing that. You are going to have to imagine it all yourself. Or take a break from reading porn and watch a little of it.

Oh, and Daisy? Remember that band you said you really liked? The one with all the hotties?

Daisy

I do not recall.

Kinsley

I got us all tickets to see them in a few months in Nashville.

Daisy

You didn’t.

Kinsley

I sure as hell did. Righteous Kings, here we come. I should see if we can get backstage passes.

Daisy

Don’t you fucking dare.

Kinsley

FORTY-TWO

Brantley

“So, how do you know Kinsley?”

It’s an innocent question, and one I have no idea how to answer. Oh you know, she works for me and now she worksunderme. Talk about sounding like a huge bag of dicks.

Why the hell did I let Maverick talk me into this while he stayed behind and played video games with Colin? I don’t go to bars. I don’t do small talk. And I sure as fuck don’t like hanging out with football players who can’t keep their eyes to themselves. Seriously, if he doesn’t stop looking at my girl, I’m going to remove his eyeballs from his skull.

I’d like to see him play football after that.

Not that I can really blame the fucker.

Kinsley looks great in her little black dress, her bright red hair falling around her shoulders in waves, and strappy heels I want to feel digging into my back later. She’s the epitome of sexy.

But I’m not the only motherfucker to notice how smoking hot she looks. And no, I’m not talking about Wyatt who’s sitting across from us chatting with the Nashville Aces’ quarterback. I’m talking about this football douche sitting next to me,watching my damn assistant over my shoulder instead of waiting for me to answer his question.

I should be glad he’s not paying me a lick of attention, but I’m not.

This is why I should be at the apartment, not out here in public where I’m tempted to rip this man’s arms from his body and beat him with them.

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