Page 43 of Heartless Boss
“What do you want, Rainbow?” He says it in a get-to-the-point type of way. His eyes are still glued to the monitor.
“The answer to your question is yeah,” I answer, and he tilts his nose to the ceiling, closing his eyes and opening them. We’re quiet for several minutes. Too quiet. Maybe he’s changed his mind.
Gunner pushes himself from the leather chair, and before I know it he yanks me to my feet. He looks every bit a predator about to feast on his prey. He cups my neck with both hands, rubbing his rough calloused thumbs over my cheeks. And when his plump lips meet mine, my toes curl in my pink pumps. The world stops on its axis, and we’re in our own little bubble. No one exists in the world but us. Before I know it, his tongue dances with mine, hitting the roof of my mouth. Cinnamon flavors slide down my throat. He tastes of sin—forbidden and wrong.
Even though the kiss is sloppy, I feel it in my bones and my soul.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and he drops his hands, scooping me up by my butt cheeks. I wrap my legs around his waist. As our kiss deepens, he squeezes me tight like he’s holding on to dear life. His lips worship mines as if I’m a deity.
I moan against his mouth as my chest clenches and my stomach flutters. His kiss drives me crazy.
His hard erection rubs against my vagina through the fabric cotton panties and he groans in the back of his throat. Wolf breaks our kiss and uses his right arm to clear his desk. Even though my vagina is wet and ready, I don’t want to have sex right here. And suddenly I remember Mason will be here in fifteen minutes to go over the financial analysis. As Gunner sets me down on the desk, I rest my hand on his hard chest.
“Wait. We shouldn’t do this right now.”
“Why not?” He drops to his knees and spreads my thighs, pulling my dress up my legs, staring at my yellow panties. I hop off the desk and pull my dress down.
“Let’s go on a date first, the traditional way.”
He yanks me back into a hug and kisses the tip of my nose. “Fine. I’ll take you to the fair on Broadway in Atlantic City after work.” His face scrunches up in pain.
“You sure aren’t excited about it.” And just like that, my mood dissolves.
“No, fuck. I’ve been waiting almost a decade to take you out.” He grips me tighter. “Just have your ass ready when I get home.”
I hear someone clear their throat, and Gunner and I spin around. Mason makes his way to the black couch. He’s wearing a black suit with a cherry red tie, his dark hair is combed to the side and his sunburnt face has its default expression. He’s a little shorter than Gunner but still taller than me. His ocean-blue eyes narrow on us, frowning. I press my palms against Gunner’s chest to pull away, but he grips my waist tighter. The look he’s shooting Mason is enough to kill the whole population of New York City.
“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. The real reason why Gia has been treating me like shit. She’s one of your whores.” He smirks, and I glare at him.
I don’t like Mason. He’s always had a creepy vibe to him, and there are rumors floating around the building that he slept his way up the corporate ladder and steps on people’s toes to get ahead. Slimy bastard.
“Call her a whore again, and I’ll leave your ass so broke you’ll be begging the homeless guys living in Central Park for money.” Gunner lets go of me. “Apologize to my girlfriend.”
My heart does cartwheels in my chest at the word ‘girlfriend.’
Calm down, heart. This is an experiment.
“Apologize to Gia, now.” His voice is calm but deadly as poison. “Don’t make me tell you again.” The air changes from sexual tension to testosterone, and the way they are staring at each other is enough to start World War III.
“I’m sorry, Gia,” Mason says coolly, crossing his legs. “Can we get this meeting over with?”
Before I stroll to the door, Gunner gently pulls me by the arm and bends down. “Wear my favorite rainbow socks. I want to fuck you in them,” he whispers in my ear then nips the tip of my earlobe, and I blush hard.
* * *
I email Izzy and tell her about the date, and how I’m excited about it, then I sort out Gunner’s emails. I organize his calendar for next week.
Several moments later, Mason strolls through the door with a blank facial expression. He stares at me for a minute too long.
“You can do better than him. When things go south, you know where to find me.”
I don’t respond, and he strolls out the glass door heading to the private elevators. He must be high as a kite if he thinks he has a chance with me. I need to know why Gunner called me his girlfriend, which prompts me to wiggle the mouse and click on the Google icon, shooting him an email.
From: Gia Gallagher
To: Gunner Underwood
Subject: Why tell
