Page 40 of The Boss
It’s not just me, here, he has other options. That’s a problem I’m going to have to address. He’ll come to me eventually, if he’s a man starved, surely.
“Like trying to seduce me with your sweet, virgin pussy.”
Chills break out all over my skin as I remember his gravely voice.
Yeah, he will break eventually.
But…
“But your face is much too beautiful to be split in two.”
Do I even want him to break?
He’s insane!
Still, it’s either cozy up to the monster now and break out of here, or live in the monster’s lair for ever.
So. Step one, starve him.
I nod to myself about this plan that’s forming and pick a white sports bra, white leggings and the same floppy sweater from last night. It’s also white.Virginalwhite. Is it too obvious? Yes. But I think Quinn secretly likes my games even if, annoyingly, he always quickly figures them out.
I make my way downstairs, eager to get to the kitchen. I have to actually eat if I’m going to survive here and breakfast is my favorite meal. I can smell the bacon already.
Damn, I love bac—oh.
Quinn is at the head of the table. His eyes are glued to me where I’ve paused, as are everyone else’s. Seems like the whole clan is eating together right now. I recover somewhat quickly, putting on a smile and breezing over to my husband.
“Good morning, baby,” I say in a breathy tone as I sit in his lap again. I wrap my arms around his neck and freeze, realizing I should probably kiss him. He raises a brow at me, amused, of freaking course.
Since he just waged war with that stupid eyebrow, I strategically shift my ass and tilt so that my sweater falls off both shoulders. I lean in, making sure my nipples reach his chest and then plant one on him. Hard. He twitches in his seat and as I withdraw and I take the opportunity to bite his bottom lip. Also hard. A growly sound works up his throat as I pull away and stand. “I’m starving, be right back!”
As I walk away I can feel his eyes on my ass.
But my smirk fades when I pass through the kitchen and I hear him yell behind me, “Sheila!”
Damn it.
So what, he’s turned on by me and then he scratches the itch with her? Absolutely not.
I have somehow got to get her fired.
Today.
•••••
“Did you like the dirty scramble?” Sheila asks soon after. I ate breakfast alone after my little show. Now here she is, his mode of relief, cheeks as rosy and freshly fucked and as adorable as ever.
“What?” I cough back.
“Breakfast today, did you like it?”
“Oh, yeah, I did,” I say. I did like the eggs but when I came back into the dining hall to eat them, most of the men had cleared out, Quinn included. No doubt he was off in some closet with this blue-eyed beauty—an amazing actress, I must admit—now leading me down the hall.
“Oh good! I prefer the simple scramble just egg and cheese but the dirty version with meat and veggies is a crowd favorite. Anyway, Quinn said you wanted to do this for the men, a sign of respect and all that. Like how he hand feeds his papa every night. I admire you both, I think it’s amazing, almost…Biblical.” she rambles as we pass her post-it-note station.
“You’re short on red staff,” I say, because I can’t help myself.
“What’s that?”
