Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“No, of course not. I’m just … sorry. I’m not used to being on this side of things.”
Brice leaned in close. “You look stunningly beautiful. Come, I want to dance with you.”
He took her champagne from her and she tried to refuse. She hadn’t even taken a sip and already it was leaving her. She needed to do something but as he led her past many of the guests toward the waiting dance floor, her heart started to pound. It got even worse when he placed a hand on her hip, drawing her close.
This was really, really close.
He didn’t let her go and as the music kept on playing, she stared at his chest, feeling incredibly tense.
He’s just your boss.
“Relax, Bunny. It’s just a dance,” he said.
“I don’t think it’s very appropriate dancing with your boss.”
He laughed. “Do you always follow the rules?”
“Rules are there for a reason.” She shrugged. She didn’t really care about rules. She did her job, why did she need to worry about rules? They were meant to be broken but she didn’t tell him that.
“You’re a delight, you know that?”
“And here I thought you were looking for any excuse to fire me. I rather like my job, you know.”
“Oh, Bunny, you don’t have a clue, do you?”
She frowned as she looked up at him. “What?”
“I never wanted to fire you. You see, I’ve got a bigger problem.”
“What kind of problem is that?” she asked.
She had stopped dancing, concerned now. It was her job to make sure he never had any problems.
Once again his lips were near her ear and it was getting increasingly harder not to react to his closeness. Her body liked it very much.
“I want to bend you over my desk and fuck you, Bunny. I’ve imagined it many times.”
As far as problems went, it was one she certainly could help him with but what the hell? Had her boss just come on to her?
6
Bunny didn’t know what to say, how to even react. Had she heard Brice correctly? She glanced around, expecting everyone to stop and stare at them, to have overheard the obscene comment he’d just made.
As it was, her face felt hot and she had no doubt that her cheeks were red. He’d caught her so off guard with his blunt comment she felt her entire body heat up.
Her hands started shaking, her palms sweating. She clasped them behind her back to keep them still. Could he see how hard her pulse was racing at the base of her throat? It felt like her heart was about to burst through her chest.
Licking her lips, Bunny glanced away, staring at the floor, the high-heeled shoes she wore peeking out from the long fall of her gown. And then she felt his finger under her chin, felt him lift her head up so she was forced to look at him.
She stared into his deep blue eyes, getting lost in the color, in her emotions.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to say that so crudely,” he said in a deep, gruff voice.
For a moment time seemed to stand still as they stared at each other, but then he took her hand and led her away from the crowd, down the long hallway, her heels clicking against the marble flooring. He stopped right beside a little curio cabinet, Faberge eggs illuminated by tiny lights, the crystals and colors sparkling as if tiny diamonds graced them. And they probably did.
She turned her attention to Brice, saw he had his focus trained right on her. He kept a foot between them, maybe because he saw that she was a little on edge, a little nervous.
The truth was, Bunny did want him. She wanted everything he had to offer. She had for the past two years since she started working for him. And when he’d said he wanted to fuck her, all she could think about was the deliciously dirty things they would do together, how he’d make her feel, how he’d get her off.
A shiver raced over her body and she felt goosebumps pop along her arms. He lowered his gaze, no doubt noticing the reaction he caused in her.
“Say something, anything.” His voice was pitched so low only she could hear.
The rush of conversation just on the other side of the wall, the soft filtering of music coming through the hallway, couldn’t tune out the desire his voice caused within her.
“You’re my boss,” she finally said. That was the only thing that would come from her. The only thing she was not too afraid to say.
The way he stared at her, his desire so strong she felt it like fingers moving up and down her arms, had her wanting to be honest, to tell him she’d wanted him for years but had kept things completely professional because she did like her job.