Page 49 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

My plan was simple: sneak out, go home, and figure out how the hell I was going to deal with this.

But as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, my stomach dropped.

Samuel.

He leaned against the counter, a mug in hand, looking like sin wrapped in flannel. But it wasn’t his cocky smirk that got me this time—it was the way his eyes lingered.

Cold. Calculating.

His blue eyes flicked down, taking in the obvious… the fact that I was wearing Kai’s shirt, my hair a mess, my lips swollen.

I braced myself.

What the hell was he going to say?

“Morning, darlin’.” His voice was smooth, but there was a sharpness underneath it.

Oh, for the love of…

Heat rushed up my neck as I crossed my arms. “Don’t start.”

“Start what?” He took a slow sip of coffee, clearly wanting to wind me up. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

I tried to glare at him, but it lacked real heat.

Because underneath my embarrassment, other feelings simmered.

Dangerous feelings.

Did it have to be my other boss, Samuel fucking Thompson, to see me like this?

Did it have to be the man I’d found weeks ago, when I’d walked into Lucky’s needing an escape?

I hadn’t forgotten the way it felt to have his hands all over me, and there was no denying the electricity that continued to burn between us.

Why did I have to keep making everything so damn complicated?

For a second, I thought he was going to let it go. But then he set his mug down with a soft clink and pushed off the counter, stepping closer.

Not enough to crowd me. But enough to make a point.

“I gotta say, darlin’, I didn’t expect to see you here this morning. But I can’t say I’m surprised either.”

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. “Samuel.”

“Sadie.” He mirrored the edge in my tone.

It was like a challenge, a test I hadn’t agreed to take.

I met his stare, forcing steel into my spine. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

He held my gaze a beat too long. Then he shrugged, the movement tight, coiled.

“Didn’t say you did.” His smile returned, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “But if you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind a good story with my coffee.”

I made a move toward the door, but he shifted, not quite blocking me—just enough to remind me that he could. That he still took up too much space in my life.

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