Page 41 of Bossy Wicked Prince
How’s the Big Apple, Nate? Bring me back black and white cookies.
Bless James. He can always be counted on to bring the conversation back somewhere semi-civilized.
Beau
I’ll take some bagels.
Luke
Pretzels for me, thanks.
Nate
I’m not an Instacart shopper. I’m here for work.
Ryan
But we’re hungry! Send hot dogs.
Nate
Only if you behave.
Ryan
Never mind, then.
Our car finally escapes the Times Square gridlock, moving slowly toward Bryant Park. Cat points at a couple in a wedding dress and tux, getting their photographs snapped.
“Aww, look at them! So cute,” she coos.
I grunt, and she rolls her eyes.
“We get it, Prince Frowning. You’re not a romantic.”
For our meeting, Cat’s wearing a blue dress with a hem that rises just above her knees when she sits. I can’t stop staring at the pale curve of her calf.
Fuck, when she took her dress off that night, I could see her perfect thighs…
With that image in my mind, I let my leg fall to the side so it presses lightly against hers. Cat jumps instinctively at the contact, and for a second I think she’s going to pull her legs away. Thank fuck, she doesn’t. She leans into the touch ever so slightly, letting our legs rest against each other.
Since when did just touching knees with a girl be enough to make my cock hard?
“Where are we staying tonight?” I ask. My voice comes out low and husky.
Cat reaches into her purse and pulls out her padfolio. I don’t miss the way she bites her lush lower lip as she skims over her notes.
“I got you a room at the Mandarin. The penthouse suite, just like you requested. I’ll be in the smaller bedroom, and you’ll be in the main. The driver will bring our luggage over while we’re in the meeting.”
It was probably a mistake to let her stay in my suite. I can hardly keep my hands off her sitting in a car with the driver just feet away from us. Having her in the next bedroom over will be impossible.
I should’ve told her to reserve two rooms separately. It’s what I did with all my previous assistants. I’m breaking rules I didn’t even know I had just to get closer to Cat’s warmth.
I clear my throat. “Good. If you want to go out for dinner by yourself tonight, enjoy the city, we’ll cover your expenses.”
Better to get some distance. Any distance.
“Maybe,” Cat says distractedly. She peers out the window, her eyes narrowed. “Wait a second. This doesn’t look right.”
