Page 117 of The Boss Situation

As I move into the hallway, I spot the woman who spoke to me minutes earlier.

“Can you tell me which room has the jewelry Billie Calloway designed?” I ask, eager to see what she created.

“The diamond princess?” Her brows rise. “It’s at the end of the hallway. Good luck! That’s the one thateveryonefights for each year.”

“Thanks,” I tell her, passing several people perusing a diamond bracelet.Only one can win, I think to myself.

As I stroll to the end of the hall, I peek inside the room, noticing a gentleman studying the display case. He eventually leaves, and I enter, wanting to take my time with her creation. In the center of the room is a glass case, lit from below. I lean over and see diamond cuff links surrounded in platinum metal in the shape of a five-point crown. She named the setKing of My Heart.

I roll my eyes, knowing everyone will think they’re for Louis. From different angles, the diamonds almost morph into different colors, and it’s beautiful. I write my bid on the paper and fold it in half, tucking it in my pocket.

When I turn to leave, Billie is standing in the doorway, wearing a soft gaze, and I can’t believe she’s looking at me that way. I focus on her, my eyes sliding from her pretty mouth, down her perfect body, and back up to her ice-cold eyes. Right now, it’s just me and her.

“Ash,” she whispers.

I shake my head as she approaches me. “We can’t be seen together.”

“We’ll be quick,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Also, I don’t care.”

“You should,” I say, my hands resting on her waist. “Please return to Louis before people notice you’re not attached to him.”

“You say one thing, but your body says another. Guess that won’t change.” Billie captures my mouth with fervor.

Her mouth is soft—so fucking soft—like she was born just to ruin me. Her lips part wider under mine, and I can’t help how my tongue slips in, exploring her like I’m claimingmyterritory. She tastes like champagne and bad decisions, and I’m drunk on it, on her, on the way her body melts against me in the shadowed room of the museum.

Her perky tits are pressed against my chest, her nipples hard enough to make me ache. My hands wander, sliding down her back to cup her ass, squeezing the roundness of her through the thin fabric of her dress that fits like a second skin. She moans into my mouth, and the sound goes straight to my cock, which is straining against my suit pants, nearly begging for freedom.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers, but her voice is shaky, breathless.

“We have to stop,” I urge.

She doesn’t listen, her tongue tangling with mine in a way that makes me want to lose control. I can feel her pulse racing as I kiss down her throat, sucking little marks that I know I shouldn’t be leaving. But, fuck it, I crave her.

She’s too hot, too willing, too damn perfect.

Her hands are tangled in my hair, pulling like she’s trying to keep me there forever, and honestly, I’m not complaining. I push her against me, my hand resting in the curve of her waist, wanting her to feel how hard I am for her. Billie’s breath hitches, and I inhale the sweetness of her skin. Everything about her drives me wild. It always has.

“Go.Walk away from me,” I tell her in a strained whisper.

“I can’t. I have no willpower with you,” she gasps, but she’s not stopping, not pulling away.

Our lips crash together, and in that moment, we’re completely lost in one another.

“What the fuck?” I hear a deep voice from the doorway.

We freeze, and I turn my head just enough to see Easton, his face a mask of disbelief and rage. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, her breath caught in her throat, and for a split second, everything freezes in time.

“What is it?” Weston asks from behind him, fully entering.

He stops and stares at us tangled together, lips swollen, a desperate mess, and I know we’re screwed. Even as their eyes burn holes into me, I can’t stop thinking about how fucking good she feels in my arms.

“This has to end right now,” Easton demands, glaring at Weston.

“Agreed,” Weston admits, annoyance creeping into his tone. “I sure would love a fucking explanation.”

Seconds later, Brody enters. His eyes widen when he sees the scene unfolding before him.

I reluctantly remove my hold on Billie, ready to face the consequences of my actions as adrenaline floods my veins.

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