The Boss hole (An Enemies To Lovers Romance)

Now, I’d be the first to tell you I was a red-blooded, heterosexual man. But I’d be lying if I said a little part of my body didn’t rise up in revolt of that fact when I saw the way that man was built. No man had any right looking that majestic when he was soaking wet, speckled with dirt, and running with his cock out.

“Don’t you look at her,” Wanda said, reaching to cover my eyes.

I only managed a quick glance at the well-crafted buns on the girl and legs that went for days before I noticed the baby bear chasing them. Then the adults screamed. A few fast-thinking guys grabbed flaming sticks and ran over to help, waving them around until the bear backed off and headed toward the tree line. That was when we saw there was a mama bear right there in the trees.

I walked up to the naked people’s tent and cleared my throat. “Uh. You two okay in there?”

30

Juliette

I should’ve been mortified. Adrian had been convinced, after all, that we’d be able to quietly sneak back to our campsite and nobody would see that we were naked. He hadn’t anticipated the cute little bear cubs spotting us as we waded out of the water and running for us. We’d had a lead on them, but we had to run for our lives to keep away. The mother bear had also loped behind, keeping an eye on her cubs.

I tried to imagine what my father would say if he knew his daughter, Juliette Coleton of the triumphantly protected virginity, had just exposed herself to a campsite full of people. I wondered if I was technically a sexual predator now, too. We’d both shouted for the kids to cover their eyes and tried to shield as much as we could with our hands, but who knew?

One of the campers crunched through the dried leaves up to our tent. “Uh. You two okay in there?” he asked.

“We’re fine!” I said.

“We could use some clothes, actually,” Adrian said. “If anyone has spares.”

“Yeah, we can arrange that,” the guy said. “God knows we don’t need you waving that thing in front of our wives again any time soon.” We heard the camper run off, presumably to gather clothes for us.

I stifled a laugh, looking at Adrian who was pressing his palm to his forehead. “This is exactly why I stay in the office.”

“Oh come on,” I whispered. “Admit it was a little fun.”

“Jumping out of a plane without a parachute would be fun until you hit the ground.”

“Totally different,” I laughed.

It was dark in our tent with only the faintest bit of orange campfire light penetrating. Adrian’s face flickered in front of mine, and I saw he was actually smiling. “Yeah,” he said, leaning in and kissing me. “You really are.”

* * *

Going back to life as usual was a slap in the face. During the trip, I’d gotten a real taste of what it’d be like to have Adrian all to myself. I thought I got to know him more in that single day than I had since meeting him, and all it did was make me crave more. I wanted to know more about him, have more time with him, and do more things with him.

Instead, I was stuck in the apartment while he worked twelve-hour days. It was the day after our trip, and he warned me he’d have to stay late tonight to catch up.

I tried to make the best of my time. I finally had some actual money in my bank account from my first paycheck. I decided to treat myself to a little shopping. I spent most of the morning updating my wardrobe with some much-needed fresh options. I treated myself to lunch at a little bistro and sort of went for a jog afterwards. The jog started out high energy because I had new shoes and a cute new exercise outfit. But after two minutes and a lot of heavy breathing, I decided to rethink it as an “active walk.”

I showered, got cleaned up, and saw I still had several hours to wait before Adrian was due back. I checked my phone for anything I could do work-wise, but he’d barely thrown me any scraps since we came here. I knew he had a new secretary, and the jealous side of me took over. Was she better at the job than me? Was she pretty?

That last thought settled into my brain like a little nugget of poison. I’d resisted asking Adrian the question, but it was eating away at me. After all, he’d fallen for one secretary, hadn’t he? Maybe the guy had a thing for women in business clothing.

I decided to look up Coleton Central’s website. I tried finding some sort of personnel roster, but it appeared Coleton Central was too exclusive and secretive to have one. The only internet presence they had was a phone number and email to set up a consultation appointment.