Like a Boss (Boss Duet 1)

“Ok, so start already. We have lots of work to do today.”

Who was he kidding? It was Monday, and we would be empty all afternoon. But, I played his little game and smiled. “Of course. Well, I have some solutions to improve a few things around here.”

“Continue,” he snapped.

I could already see I had my work cut out for me this morning.

I opened my mouth to speak right at the moment he licked his full lips, and I stumbled over my words. “I think… we… could have theme days to drive in more business. Maybe Martini Mondays and we can run a discount on martinis.”

He didn’t move or acknowledge my idea so I continued, nervously. “And we could do Two-for-Tuesdays. Almost like a buy one get one free.” I sounded like a child as I rushed the words out. Silence loomed between us. His dark eyes moved back to focus on his precious damn clipboard with no interest whatsoever in what I said. He wasn’t taking me seriously and a fire ignited in my chest.

Who the fuck did he think he was? He could turn me on in a random club a few nights ago and now he couldn’t even comment on what I said?

“Are you done?” he asked.

Was he for real?

“No, I’m not. You should listen to my ideas, Mr. Sullivan. They’re good, and you don’t have a clue what you’re doing here.” I could tell I crossed a line when his eyes snapped up to meet mine.

“Come here,” he demanded.

Slowly, I slid from the stool, and walked around the bar. I didn’t know what he wanted from me. Maybe to show me what was written on the clipboard?

“I’m here. Now what?” I asked with one hand on my hip, waiting for him to explain whatever it was he wanted.

“You think you’re so superior, don’t you?” He stepped closer, placing each hand on the bar, and enclosed me in his arms. I was trapped with nowhere to go as he leaned in closer.

My heart slammed in my chest as I tried to remember the question.

“Yes,” I smarted off to him.

My chest rose and fell underneath my pink tank top. His eyes dropped to watch the action as I tried to step away.

“You think you’re smarter than me?”

“Maybe a little,” I breathed.

He was too close, way too close. He needed to back away.

“You don’t think I can run this bar properly?” he asked, inching closer.

I tried to escape his muscled arms. “I don’t.”

“You’re a fool. A stupid little girl who is mad about not getting her way.”

“Am not,” I said, sounding like the little girl he claimed. What was I doing?

“You infuriate me, Penny,” he breathed across my cheek. His warm breath hit my skin and my nipples hardened instantly.

“You infuriate me more.” A deep burning erupted in my core and I knew I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I hated him.

“Why do you enjoy pissing me off?”

Me piss him off? Please. Oh God, is his dick pressing up against me?

The thought of his hardness pressed against me brought me back to months ago when he fucked me on the beach.

Both hands flew to his chest as I tried to push him away. As soon as they made contact with his firm muscles under his black t-shirt, they wouldn’t move.