Page 61 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
JOE
It’s the weekend,and even though there’s another meeting with the board, Rand declares that we don’t need to wear suits to the office. He’s wearing slacks and a cashmere sweater that fit his lithe body perfectly. I chose an expensive pair of jeans and a nice Henley from the collection of clothes he lent me. Edgerton accompanies us as we take the secret passage between the two buildings.
We haven’t talked about what happened the night before.
As we exit the elevator, Sherry takes one look at us and grins knowingly. Standing, she hands Rand a stack of opened mail and messages.
“Nice outfit, Rand.”
“Thank you, Sherry. And not to steal your first-name-outside-of-regular-work-hours thunder, but if you could just call me Rand from now on, I’d appreciate it.”
Her smile is deeply satisfying. “You got it, boss.”
“And how has your weekend been?” Rand asks, trying to avoid looking awkward, therefore making it doubly awkward.
“Restful. Yours?” she asks, eyeballing me.
His cheeks color and he loses eye contact. “Um. Not restful, but mostly good.”
She raises her brow at me, and I give her a little shrug. Not much use in trying to pretend around this one.
“Joe, I see that your new clothes fit you nicely.”
“Oh, thanks. Rand lent me like a half a closet’s worth.”
She taps her lips, and I know right away I’ve got it wrong. I turn to Rand, and he smiles his arrogant, king-of-the-world smile.
“You bought these for me?”
“Well, I had Grayson purchase them, but yes.”
“How much did you spend?”
“It’s irrelevant.”
I look at Sherry for backup, but all she does is laugh. “You’re hooking up with the boss, but you’re going to draw the line at clothing? Okay. Just know that you are really bad at this sugar baby thing.”
My mouth flies open. “I. Am. Not. A. Sugar. Baby.”
“He is not a sugar baby,” Rand says. Far from it, he mutters under his breath.
Sherry shrugs. “Okay, fine. But neither of you denied the hooking up thing.”
Rand’s cheeks go blotchy. “Why haven’t I fired you?”
“Because you would literally fall apart if you did.”
I snort-laugh, and Rand smacks my shoulder, then immediately steps back, looking concerned. Rolling my eyes, I grab his belt and drag him into his office, Sherry’s laughter following us inside.
“I can’t believe you did that in front of Sherry,” he says, smacking my shoulder again, then following that up with another apologetic grimace.
“Why are you flinching? You’re acting like I’m going to put you over my knee and wallop you in front of the staff.”
He shrugs. “I don’t…know what we’re doing. What I’m allowed to do to you. What you’re allowed to do to me. And I’m a jittery, horny mess,” he says, pointing at the bulge in his expensive slacks. “I hardly slept last night.”
Ah. Communication would have been helpful. That one’s on me.
“You’re allowed to do whatever you like to me, within reason. And our dynamic from last night was seasoning, a way to help you remove the mantle of responsibility for a few moments. It’s not an entire lifestyle. We’re in this crazy whirlwind together, and we’re just having fun.”
