Page 64 of Bossy Wicked Prince
“Good.” She snuggles closer to me. I stroke her blonde curls, and they’re soft under my fingers. It feels right having her curled up against me like this. Her body fits perfectly against mine.
“We should probably go upstairs,” I say quietly.
“Okay. Just a few more minutes.” Her head slips a few inches down my chest. “Then we can go back to our regular lives.”
Moments later, her body turns heavy against mine. She’s dead asleep. I’m not surprised she’s exhausted, with how hard she’s been driving herself.
Carefully, I move to the side of the couch so her head is lying on my lap. I let myself play with her curls while she sleeps. I love knowing that I did this to her, turning her anxiety into satisfaction and contentment.
She longs to give up control, and I love taking it.
We’re better suited to each other than I ever imagined.
Eventually, I’ll have to get up to take care of some business for tomorrow. But for now, I’m happy just where I am.
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CAT
My mouth is full of hair and my back aches.
I brush my hair out of my mouth. I always pull my hair back before I go to bed, so why didn’t I?—
Shit.
My eyes fly open, and I blink at the blindingly bright sunshine beaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. In Nate’s corner office, that’swaytoo many windows. I push myself up on my elbows, whipping my head as I realize exactly where I am.
I must have fallen asleep on the couch last night, after Nate ate me out until my brain turned to mush. With all the work I’ve been doing, I haven’t been sleeping much. Apparently, without an alarm clock to wake me up, my body was ready to sleep all day.
It’s almost 10:00 a.m., well past when everyone usually gets into the office. I lie back on the couch, covering my face with my hands.
Great. After working my ass off to prove I deserve this job, I’m going have to do the walk of shame in front of everyone I work with. The minute I walk out the door, everyone will know.Not only did I sleep with my boss, I stayed all night on the couch in his office. God, what will they think of me?
Oh no—what will they think of Nate?
My teeth clench. I can’t let that happen. God, why didn’t he just wake me up?
I scramble to my feet. There’s got to be something in this office I can use to disguise yesterday’s clothes. Maybe Nate keeps an extra jacket or shirt at his desk.
I’m about to open his top drawer when I notice the folded paper on his desk, set next to a plate with a chocolate chip muffin on top. Well, that definitely wasn’t there last night.
Unfolding the paper, I see the tight, spiky handwriting that I know instinctively is Nate’s. Despite how disastrous this morning has been going, it makes a smile tug at the corner of my mouth. He could have just texted me. Instead, he hand-wrote me a note.
Cat,
You looked so peaceful,I didn’t want to move you and wake you up. When you check your email, you’ll see I asked everyone in the office to work from home for the day. This does not include you. You’ve been working much too hard, and I insist you take the day to relax.
I’ll be in meetings across town all day, so feel free to use my apartment to shower, nap, or anything else you’d like. I’ll see you for dinner later tonight.
Please text me when you wake up, and eat the fucking muffin.
Nate
My smile is so wide now,it’s actually making my cheeks hurt. I take a seat in Nate’s chair, which I have to adjust down to normal human height, and unwrap the muffin. It tastes just as good as it looks.
I can’t believe Nate literally closed the whole freaking office, just so I could sleep in and skip the walk of shame. Who does that? He changed like forty people’s days just for me. That’s certifiably insane behavior. People with money are straight up nuts.
It’s also unbelievably sweet.
