Page 53 of Bossy Trouble

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, getting up from my chair. I followed behind her into a long empty hallway to the entrance and out of the building. But before we got into the car, I pulled her to me, kissing her within an inch of her life.

Her lips were red, and her eyes were stormy by the time we both came up for air.

“That was the best and sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I told her, and she smirked.

“Thanks,” she said. “I’m really happy that my telling off another man got you hot and bothered.”

“It did. So much.” I kissed her again, feeling it deep inside me. “I love seeing you take charge.”

I saw her eyes flare slightly at the L word, but she didn’t engage with it.

“Then maybe I can take charge tonight,” she quipped instead.

I smirked at her. Ever since that first night at her house, she’d been asking me to allow her to give me another blow-job.

Sometimes, she wanted me to lay back and let her kiss all over my body. As hot as the idea got me, I typically declined. I usually liked to be dominant in bed, and that wasn’t changing any time soon, but maybe one day.

“Not likely,” I said, opening the backseat door for her. “But we might circle back on that another day.”

“You’re no fun,” she pouted as she entered. Kenny was studiously keeping his eyes focused ahead.

“How’s Avery?” I asked as I got in beside her. I hadn’t seen the little girl the last few times I’d gone to Georgia’s.

“She’s good,” Georgia said, but I noticed her shoulders go up like they usually did whenever I mentioned her daughter. It seemed to be some sort of defense mechanism. I knew it was likely motherly protectiveness or something. That was probably the same reason she was hiding Avery from me. It was understandable, admirable even that Georgia didn’t want to involve someone temporary in her daughter’s life.

Still, I didn’t like it.

“She got in trouble at kindergarten today,” she mentioned.

“Oh yeah? What for?”

“She wasn’t responding to a few of her teachers and classmates. Apparently, she only answered when they called her Avery, and then later, she said she wanted to be called ‘Best Avery in the class.’ She said that was what Donovan told her to do.” Georgia gave me a wry, slightly irritated look. “I suppose I have you to thank for that, then.”

“Good,” I said unrepentantly. “She needs to learn early on how to stand up for herself. Like you did in there.”

I expected her to argue.

“I suppose,” Georgia capitulated with a sigh. “It did feel good to put him in his place.”

“Didn’t it?” That was the one good thing my father taught me. “Never let anyone else beat you down without a fight, and never think you can’t win. No matter how big or strong they are.”

Georgia blinked at me and nodded.

We arrived at the office in record time and in high spirits, chatting as we strode to the top floor.

My good mood instantly disappeared when I entered the office and saw him.

A man in a dark hat and sunglasses—sitting on the couch.

He looked up as I entered, and I knew exactly who he was.

The piper had come to collect.

21

GEORGIA

Ifelt the exact moment Donovan’s mood changed.

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