Page 52 of Brooklynaire
What the hell did we justdo?
Until you wake up naked with your boss of seven years, you haven’tlived.
He makes a soft sound of impatience, and Istiffen.
“Rebecca.” His voice is low and rough. “Are youokay?”
I consider the question. The truth is that I really don’t know. “Yeah,” I sigh. “I can’t wait for the day when people stop asking methat.”
“I know.” He squeezes the muscles in my shoulder. It feels awesome, too. “But I wasn’t talking about your headinjury.”
Shit. “I’m good,” I say, ducking thequestion.
“Then why aren’t you looking atme?”
“Sleepy,” I grumble. But then I roll over, bring the sheet with me to cover my boobs. But that only makes me remember the hot look on Nate’s face when he swirled his tongue oneach…
Gah! All the parts of my consciousness are awake now, including the sexyparts.
Slowly, I raise my eyes and find Nate studying me. His eyes are soft, but his beautiful mouth wears a knowingsmirk.
“What?” Idemand.
He drags one finger across the skin just over the sheet’s edge. “I wish we weren’t headed in separate directions today. I don’t want you to go home andbrood.”
“I won’t.”I totallywill.
He frowns. “Breakfastfirst?”
“Well…” I hesitate. “I was going to have breakfast with Georgia. If I cancel, she’ll want to knowwhy.”
“Ah.” It’s a sigh. “Are you sure you’reokay.”
“Totallygood.”
He doesn’t believe me. But he kisses me once and then gets up. I watch as he puts on last night’s tux. And I wonder how many people he’ll run into between here and his own room. It’s not like I expect him to stop and say, “Hey, guess whose room I just came from!” But still, the idea of being caught unnervesme.
I just became that girl who sleeps with herboss.
“Are we going to talk later?” he asks, doing up his shirtbuttons.
“Don’t we always?” I ask, ducking thequestion.
He gives me another frown. “Don’t leave for home without saying goodbye,okay?”
“Okay.” Although everything just got weird.I had sex with Nate. Twice. When I repeat it in my mind, it isn’t easy tobelieve.
A few minutes later the door clicks shut behind him, and I actually heave a sigh of relief. I pick up my phone and text Georgia to cancel breakfast. And I ask her to fetch my manicure kit from Lauren’s room. Because if I go up to the executive suite level and Nate is standing there looking sharp in his suit, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep the confusion off myface.
What have Idone?
* * *
There’sa brand new soundtrack running through my brain. It sounds like this:Holy shit. Holy shit. Holyshit.
My whole life, people have been telling me I have a good head on my shoulders. I leave the crazy, risky behavior to other people—my sister, for example. I’m the smart one who never screwsup.
Until now. I’ve thrown away my sanity for a single hot night with theboss.
