Page 24 of Shades of Ruin

“I work for you, Greyson,” I sigh, trying to figure out how he sounds so reasonable right now with my naked ass laid out on his kitchen counter. “You don’t think this is all super fucked up? That we made a terrible mistake?”

“How could I?” he asks as a smile tugs at his lips. “I’ve been waiting six months for the goddamn honor.”

I have no response for that, although my pussy is suddenly very soaked and ready for more of Greyson’s cock. Before I can ask if he wants to go for round two since we’re already fucked, the door to the dining room swings open.

“Oh, sorry, chef. I didn’t mean to interrupt something private.” An incredibly smug Collette is standing in the doorway, streaks of cream and raspberry still caked to her dress from our run-in earlier. I guess she didn’t get the memo about all the staff being sent home early—or she chose to ignore it. Greyson turns toward the door and uses his body to make sure my nakedness is blocked from her view.

“Go home, Collette,” Greyson orders, his voice stern like I’ve never heard it before.

“I just wanted to inform you about some complaints we had at the end of dinner tonight.”

“It can wait till tomorrow.” The catty bitch can see he isclearlyoccupied.

“Si tu insistes, chef,” she purrs in response.

Fucking French.

“Oh, and not a word about any of this, Collette. Do you understand?”

She shoots me a petty glare over Greyson’s shoulder before flashing him a seductive smile. “You know your little secrets are always safe with me, Grey.”

I’d like nothing more than to walk up to her and smack that smug look off her face, but I’m currently nearly naked and stuffed with her boss’s cum right now.

The second she’s gone, I release the breath I was holding with a loud, “Fuck.”

“She won’t say anything,” Greyson offers, like it’s supposed to be comforting.

“Like fuck she won’t say anything,” I snap. “Everyone will know I’m sleeping with the executive chef by tomorrow morning.”

Greyson smirks down at me, the severity of the situation entirely lost on him. “Oh is that why you slept with me? Because I’m theexecutive chef? Trying to steal Henley’s position out from under him by seducing his superior?”

“Greyson, this is serious! No one will respect me in this industry when they find out. I’ll just be another one of yourwhores like Collette.”

His face falls. “How did you know about that?

“Like I said, she’s shit at keeping secrets,” I bite back.

“I fucked Collette before she was an employee, and I haven’t touched her since Paris.”

“Oh, so I’m the first girl you’ve fucked at work?” I can’t imagine he’s gone from being a saint to fucking his commis chef on the kitchen counter in one fucking night. This sort of thing is a pattern.

“Not exactly,” he answers, his eyes glinting with guilt.

“Soy una idiota. I never should have done this.” I slide down from the counter and start to gather my clothes.

“Angélica, stop.”

“No, you don’t get to do this.” He reaches for my arm, but I push him away and pull on my thong and jeans. “Youshould have known better. Your position is safe. Mine isn’t.” I tug on my shoes and bend down to fix the laces.

“I know I’m an asshole, but your position is perfectly safe.”

“Sure, until you get bored or find your next workplace fixation.”

“Jesus Christ, I don’t do this regularly. I have nevereverhad anything less than a professional relationship with my employees. This is new for me, too.” I brush past him to get my things from the locker room; this time, he doesn’t let me get away, grabbing me by the shoulders and forcing me to look at him. “You’re different from anyone else.”

“Prove it,” I challenge, arching a brow and daring him to actually try.

“Come home with me.”

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