Page 19 of Jealous Boss

What about the weekends? The churning in my gut makes my jaw clench.

It feels too much like the jealousy I’ve felt on and off since she sashayed on her kitten heels into my life…

Fuck, has it only been a handful of days?

It feels longer.

Especially since Maggie gave me more of those looks when I asked her to cancel dinners I’d scheduled with clients weeks ago for the third time this week.

The shock on her face when I confessed that yes, I was going home at six, and no I wasn’t feeling under the weather.

When we arrive home, I step out of the car and help Pia out.

Leon, the doorman, dips his cap at her and smiles, and her bright smile in return turns the knots in my stomach.

I step between the two, and Leon’s shrewd eyes apologize for the slight before he holds the door open.

Pia, sensing the undercurrent, glances at me, but I keep my feelings under wraps, because the last thing I’m going to do is confess I’m jealous that she’s smiling at my fucking doorman.

But when she turns those dimples back on when she spots Stanley, I can’t quite bite back my growl.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“Absolutely. Any reason I shouldn’t be?” I toss back.

Her eyes widen, but Stanley’s greeting her charmingly too, and fuck if the world isn’t falling under Pia Hyde’s spell.

“Did my delivery arrive okay?” she asks.

“Oh.” His gaze swings to me, his sharp gaze asking the silent question and receiving my command to shut the hell up.

“It was delivered to my condo,” I reply, herding her to the elevator.

“Oh no. Maybe Maggie thought it would be easier since you’ve lived here longer and the staff know you?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll come by and pick them up when I’ve changed. Is that okay?”

I exhale through my nose, grip tightening on my briefcase. “Sure, that’s fine.”

Her dimple pops as she smiles, and my knees grow weak enough that I sag against the elevator wall. When the doors part, she shoots me a sparkling glance.

“Cinq minutes. Quick as I can.”

My dick surges with every twitch of her plump, juicy ass as I watch her walk away.

I lunge forward when the doors start to close, place my hand in the space until the sensors part them again.

Pia glances over her shoulder, and if she’s surprised by my move, she doesn’t show it as she carries on, temptation on two sexy legs, to her front door.

She glances over again as she fumbles through her purse, grabs her card, and holds it against the lock. I watch her bite her bottom lip, her eyes fixed on mine, until the doors shut.

A thick groan ripples from my throat as I slam my head against the wall.

Five minutes. Do I have time to rub one out before she comes up?

Sadly not.

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