My Pet (A Dirty Boss Romance 1)

Chapter Seven

Jack

Every day, it’s getting harder and harder to I wait for her to arrive like a kid waiting for presents at Christmas, anxious and greedy as fuck. It’s been twelve hours since I’ve seen her, and twelve hours since I’ve gotten my fix of Petra Novak. How the fuck am I supposed to pretend that this is just a simple work relationship when all I want to do is dip into her pussy and make my fucking sons and daughters, tying her to me for life?

The guard I hired to watch her doesn’t start until today when she leaves the office because it was last minute and Landon had to find the right female guard for me to use, but all of her tracking devices have been activated for the past work week, and I know she’s about two minutes away from the building.

Five whole days. Hell, this is only the fifth day.

I’ve been obsessed with Petra for an entire work week, and every single day it gets harder and harder to let her leave the office without me. Still, I drive to her apartment and check in to make sure she’s home safe even though her devices say she is. Actually, I watch her walk; maybe I should have a car service take her home, or get her an apartment close to the office. Better yet, she could move in with me. No, that’s a terrible idea unless I plan to keep her tied to my bed for the foreseeable future.

My eyes are glued to the cameras watching the doorway and then my elbow nudges my coffee cup, sending it careening to the floor. Luckily it has a lid and the fucker is cold. I turn to pick it up and quickly get back to the screen, but I don’t see her. Did she stop somewhere?

I check my phone, and she’s in the building. Damn it, I missed what she’s wearing. I didn’t get a chance to see her as she walked in and see if she’s happy to be here or if she has her gloves on. I stand up and walk out toward her desk and wait for the elevators to ding so I can see her arrive.

Time seems to move in slow motion as I stand there like a fool. After a minute, I grow impatient so I check her tracking device and see that she’s still down in the lobby. “What the fuck is going on?”

She should have been up here by now. “Mr. Shaw?” I nearly jump out of my skin.

“Petra,” I shout. “What are you doing up here?”

“I work here, but I have to run back down. I think I left my bag downstairs, or I hope I did.”

“How could you leave your bag in the lobby?”

“I was signing for a package and it was getting in my way.”

“That’s what security is for.”

“Sorry.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I said I’ll go with you, Miss Novak.”

“I like when you call me Petra.”

“Come on, let’s go. I have meetings throughout the day.”

“You have a lot of meetings. Do you ever get anything else done?” she blurts out, pressing her hand to her mouth.

I smile, trying not to laugh at the fact that she doesn’t have much of a filter at all. “That’s the point. Everything else gets pushed off to others. I make and close deals, handle a lot of details of what goes on with the company, while others handle what happens inside the company.”

The elevator door opens, and we step inside. “I see. I really don’t understand all of it, but I suppose that’s why you’re the boss and I’m a temp,” she says as she presses the button and then the door closes, leaving us both together for a brief trip down.

“It takes time to understand the ins and outs of most companies. Mine holds stakes in different areas of manufacturing. We have fourteen different production lines in five different states and two different countries. We own produce and textiles, and I need to make sure that I’m negotiating with the proper channels to keep everything running smoothly for the future of the company and any family that I have.”

“Do you have a family?”

“Not a wife and kids yet, but you met my younger sister. Do you, Petra?”

“Nope. It’s just me and my roommate. My parents left me to the system when I was four.”

“I’m sorry about that. So you have a roommate?” I’m about to question her when the elevator stops on the fourth floor and Elliot comes in with his cart. I hook my arm around Petra and pull her to the side so he doesn’t bump her and quickly let her go so it doesn’t appear improper.

“Sorry,” Elliot mutters.

“It’s okay. I wasn’t paying attention,” she says, covering for the fact that I was being a bit overprotective.