Page 757 of One More Kiss

“What are you doing here?” Riley asks, after the initial shock has passed.

“I was worried about you, so I came to make sure everything was okay with your father.”

“You mean you came here to make sure I wasn’t lying about it?” She crosses her arms over her chest.

I can’t help but smirk as she calls me out on my white lie. It’s refreshing to have someone not take my bullshit. Being the boss normally lets me get away with…well, everything.

“Yes, mostly that,” I admit.

“Well, I wasn’t. My dad is really in the hospital.” She unlocks her door and pushes it open. I can tell from a brief look at the door that it wouldn’t take much to kick the thing in. Not only is the part of town she lives in unsafe, but her apartment is too. “You can leave now.”

Her dismissal is infuriating and makes me want to take her across my knee. The promise I made to spank her is still very much clear in my mind. If she was another girl, at another time, I’d give her pleasure that could only be imagined.

“I’d rather come inside so we can talk.”

“Fine,” she huffs, standing to the side.

Satisfied, I walk in behind her. She flips on the light and I take in her small apartment. It’s kind of cute, but very sparse. Definitely not somewhere I would expect an interior designer to live, especially not one that works for our company.

“Why do you live here?” I ask curiously, while still trying to sound as if I don’t care. “I know we don’t pay you this badly.”

“Did you really come here to insult my home?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I backpedal, but of course she calls me out yet again.

“Yes, you did, and it’s none of your business how I spend my money.” Her voice excites me, and her beautiful blue eyes go wide with shock as if she just remembered that she’s talking to her boss. Scrubbing a hand down her face, she peers down at the floor. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I’ve just had a long day, and I’m tired, and worried about my father.”

I don’t mention it, mainly because it’s understandable, and in this instance, we’re not employee and boss. We’re simply two adults having a conversation.

“Do you live here on your own?” I push further, wanting to learn more about her.

“Yes.”

Deciding to speak freely, I tell her, “It’s not safe.”

“Can we just talk about what you really came here for? You know, the thing we did.”

“The thing we did?” I smirk. “You mean us fucking in the elevator?”

Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink and I make a mental note to say the word fuck around her more often, just to see her blush.

“Yes, that thing.”

“It wasn’t a thing. We had sex. Now, normally I don’t fuck where I work, but I didn’t know you would be working on the team at the time. I didn’t even think you worked at the company.”

“You know you’re kind of an asshole, right?”

I can’t help but grin. “I’ve been told that a time or two in my life.”

“If you’re asking me to forget about it, that won’t be hard. It wasn’t very memorable.”

My lips settle into a thin line, and I’m tempted to make good on the spanking she surely needs, but clench my hands into tight fists instead.

“If I do recall, you came so hard you almost passed out against my chest. I can’t imagine that’s not memorable.”

She fakes a yawn, and I can see the defiance in her eyes. “It was so boring I almost fell asleep. Now get out. You don’t want me to share how boring of a lay you are with the rest of the office.”

Gritting my teeth, Itry to regain my composure. I want to sink my hands into her hair, bite her fuckable lips, and screw her against the wall until she begs me to stop. But that would defeat the purpose of coming here, of telling her we need to forget what happened, and do whatever we can to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

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