Page 44 of The Boss

“You’re pretty when you’re pissed.” He gave me a wide grin that confirmed everything my nose was telling me.

“And you smell like expensive alcohol and cheap perfume.” I kept my tone mild despite the anger and hurt roiling in my belly.

I wasn’t naïve enough to think that he and I had anything special. We weren’t dating, but we had just spent the last two nights fucking. I would’ve thought that at least earned me the right not to know that he’d hopped into a new bed the next day. I’d thought he respected me, as an employee and fellow human being if nothing else.

“I’m not drunk,” he insisted. “I went to the club to fuck someone, but all I could do is drink.”

“Yeah, you’re not drunk at all.” I assumed he was too out of it to catch sarcasm, but I probably would’ve said it the same way no matter what.

“There were all sorts of women there,” he continued, either oblivious to how rude he was being or not caring.

I wasn’t sure which option was worse.

“One sub crawled over to me on her hands and knees. Offered to suck me off while her Domme watched. Not a stitch on her and I couldn’t get it up. Great tits and ass, but I got nothing.”

I gritted my teeth. “I think you should go home. Give me your phone, and I’ll have Angus come up and get you.”

He shook his head. “Nope. Angus didn’t drive. I took a cab.”

“A cab?” I raised an eyebrow. “Is it waiting downstairs?”

“Nope.” He grinned at me. “Didn’t want him to wait while I got laid.”

He took a step toward me, and I put up a hand, stopping him from coming any closer. “You’re not getting laid. At least not by me. You should’ve found a woman at the club.”

“I didn’t want any of those women.” He sounded like a petulant child.

I refused to take that to mean that he wanted me. I was fine with the two of us having sex when we were both on the same page. Him showing up in the middle of the night for a drunk booty call because he couldn’t get it up for some naked woman at a sex club…no thank you. That wasn’t the same page at all. We weren’t even in the same fucking book.

“Let me call Angus to come get you,” I said, forcing my voice into something soft and coaxing, even though all I wanted to do was shove him into the hall and tell him that I didn’t give a damn where he went next.

Nate patted his pockets, frowned, and gave me the saddest puppy-dog eyes I’d ever seen. “I lost my phone.”

“Do you know Angus’s number?”

“Number one speed dial.”

“That’s not going to help.”

He shrugged. “Can’t find my phone.”

“I’m sure it’ll turn up.” I sighed. “I guess that means you’ll have to stay here tonight because I’m not putting you into a cab drunk.”

“Yes!” He came toward me again, and this time I had to put my hands on his chest and shove him back.

“No,” I said firmly. “Let me make this perfectly clear. We are not having sex. Period. You’re going to sleep on my couch right there, and I’m going to sleep in my bedroom. Alone. With the door closed and locked, so you don’t wander in.”

He pouted – wealthy CEO Nate Lexington who could pick up women without even trying – was actuallypoutingbecause I wouldn’t have sex with him. He was lucky I wasn’t the sort of woman who’d stoop to blackmail because this would have been great.

“Couch.” I pointed. “There are pillows and a blanket there already. That’s all you get. And if you throw up on anything, you better clean it up yourself, because if I have to, you and I are going to have a serious problem.”

It really was too bad, I thought as I walked back to my bedroom, that he wouldn’t remember most of this in the morning. I’d never have the guts to say all of that to his face if he’d been sober.

Who was I kidding? If he’d been sober, we’d already be fucking.

Twenty-Six

Nate

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