Dirty Boss (Dirty Rich 2)

He drags his hands up my thighs, over my knees, all the way to my calves.

I'm powerless to do anything but feel him thrusting into me. It's the only thing I want. I hold his gaze. He digs his nails into my calves. He sighs. He groans.

He fucks me.

I can't keep my eyes open any longer. I press them together, moaning and groaning and screaming in equal measure. The only comprehensible sound is "Nick."

This could be the last time we're here.

The last time he's mine.

I soak in the ecstasy of our bodies joining until it's too much to take. This orgasm is hard and fast. Sensation overwhelms me as I come but I don't dare say "yellow.” Not until I feel his release.

Nick's nails get sharper. His groans get louder. I open my eyes to watch his bliss. It's the best sight in the world. The way his lips part. The way his shoulders shake. The way his eyelids press together.

One more thrust and he's there, pulsing inside me.

"Lizzy." He groans as he fills me.

Our bodies slow. Our eyes connect. That look is enough to undo me but I manage to stay silent.

He shifts, breaking out touch. I get back into my clothes. He gets back into his.

He leans down and presses his lips to mine.

His kiss is still the best feeling in the whole fucking world.

Even if it is the last one.

Between pouring myself into my latest AI project and helping Kat put the finishing touches on her wedding planning, the weekend passes quickly. I barely think about Nick and how horrifically awkward things will be on Monday morning.

Hey, how was your weekend? How much of it did you spend thinking about fucking me on my desk? How much do you want to do it again?

The subway ride is a lesson in managing anxiety. But Nick isn't at Odyssey when I arrive. He's not there at lunch. He's not there for my afternoon coffee. He's not there when I leave.

Tuesday is the same. No Nick.

Wednesday, no Nick.

Thursday, no Nick.

I relax. Without him around, I'm able to focus completely on my programming. I'm not a master, but I'm competent and I'm learning a lot. This is a good internship. I'm lucky to have it.

Friday, Nick sends a company-wide memo.

From: Phoenix Marlowe

There is a mandatory meeting at 4 PM today for an important announcement about the Odyssey team. We'll have coffee and pastries.

He wastes no words, as usual.

There's no time to analyze it. My phone buzzes with a new text.

Nick: Be in my office in five minutes. I need to speak with you.

Sure enough, three minutes later, Nick steps out of the elevator. He's back to his normal self. His posture is strong and confident. His eyes are bright, full of life. He's the guy who can take on the world.

He's happy.

I smooth my dress and check my hair. Here goes nothing.

I walk to Nick's office.

The door is open. Still, I knock.

"Come in." His voice is all business.

I step inside. It's as bright and clean as it always is. Nick is standing at his desk, all his attention on me.

"Please close the door." He steps out from behind his desk.

I do. "I'm not going to lock it."

"Of course." His eyes find mine. "I trust you to keep a secret." He steps closer until we're two feet apart. "I'm leaving Odyssey."

What? There's no way I heard that right. There's no way Nick is leaving the company. It means everything to him. I pinch myself to make sure I'm awake.

I am.

"I've found a new CEO to replace me. And a new lead programmer to run the Haley project."

No. This doesn't make any sense.

This isn't the Nick I know.

"Lizzy, are you all right?" His voice is soft.

"But you... you can't leave your company. It's everything to you."

"I thought about what you said." His eyes burn with intensity. "This company has been a weight around my neck. I don't want to put work ahead of everything. I don't want those priorities."

I stare at him like he's speaking a foreign language.

"I sold my third of the company to an investor I trust. I expect Shepard will back off, but there's no guarantee of that."

"When are you leaving?"

"Today is my last day." His expression softens. "I spoke to your adviser at Stanford. With all the hours of overtime you've worked, we agreed that you'll get full credit as long as you stay through the end of the month."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome to stay as a paid intern through August. The salary won't be a fortune, but it will be enough to keep you in New York." He moves back to his desk and fishes through one of the drawers. He clears his throat. His voice returns to an even, all-business tone. "The apartment is yours through June. If you stay with Odyssey, you can rent it at a discount starting July first."

I nod.

He pulls something from his drawer. An envelope.

His eyes focus on mine. This look isn't business. It's personal.

He hands me the envelope. "The tickets are transferable if you'd rather take someone else."

I open the envelope. There are two plane tickets to the Virgin Islands and a reservation for a hotel suite in my name.

One ticket is made out to Phoenix Marlowe, the other to Elizabeth Wilder.

I try to find the meaning in Nick's eyes. I can't. "What is this supposed to be?"

"A second chance."

The room is spinning. This is too much, too fast. I take a step back, squeezing my fingers around the plane tickets. Slick paper. They're here. They're real.

His fingertips brush my cheek. "You would be my priority, Lizzy. My first priority."

The words rise up in my throat. I love you. Do you love me?

I swallow them down. I'm not ready for that.

The silence hurts. The words claw at my throat, desperate to escape.

A knock on the door calls my attention. I sigh, pushing the sentiment back to the bottom of my stomach.

"Mr. Marlowe. There's more paperwork for you to sign." Jasmine clears her throat. "I'm going to come in."

"Of course." Sadness flares in Nick's eyes. He shakes it off. "Enjoy your sister's wedding. I'm sure it will be beautiful."

"Thank you."

I stare back at him, willing my thoughts to go from messy squiggles to straight lines. There's so much I want to say to Nick, but the words stay trapped in my throat.

I go back to my desk so I won't implode.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Screw the mandatory meeting. I leave early. The apartment is mine for another three months but it doesn't feel like home anymore.

I find a suitcase in the corner and start packing a bag for the weekend. The wedding is Sunday afternoon, and I won't have a moment of breathing room until it's over. It's good being busy. Better seeing Kat so happy.

My bridesmaid dress is in her closet. I find my shoes and my purse and toss them into a pile on my bed. I need something for the bachelo

rette party. A black cocktail dress and matching heels should do the trick. I need something to sleep in. Something for our spa day.

And something to wear under my clothes. I dread opening that particular drawer. There's no resisting the flood of memories as I paw through the lingerie Nick bought me.

You would be my priority, Lizzy. My first priority.

The memory of his voice nearly undoes me. But he didn't say he loved me.

He's good at getting what he wants. If he really loved me, he would have said it.

I find something practical and zip my suitcase.

It's still early. Kat must be home. Her last midterm was Wednesday, and she's technically on spring break. Lucky her, the school's schedule lined up perfectly with her ideal wedding date.

It's possible that she and Blake are currently having crazy sex in the living room. I can't bring myself to potentially cramp their style.

I find a paper notebook and a pen on my desk. I have a maid of honor speech to write and no time to waste.

For two hours, I stare at the neat lined paper. For two hours, nothing comes. I'm so happy for my sister, for this wedding, for everything it means, but I can't manage to string my thoughts together.

Saturday is devoted to the finishing touches of beauty. We spend hours at a spa—on Blake's dime, of course.

It's too awkward to be relaxing, but I do my best to keep Kat's attention on anything but the wedding.

With every passing hour, her nerves shoot into overdrive. She is a thorn in the side of every masseuse and esthetician.

She's always worn her heart on her sleeve, but this is a whole new level of emotional honesty.

We finish with just enough time to get to the rehearsal dinner. All those nerves fade away the moment we arrive. Well, the moment her eyes lock with Blake's. They're both so happy. It's plain as day. Our parents were like that, all gooey in love, ecstatic just for the chance to be together.

A warmth spreads through me. The lingering hurt over Nick fades away, and I'm confident it will stay away for the next twenty-four hours.

They're so in love they radiate positive energy. It's infectious enough that the food tastes better, the air smells sweeter.

Dinner is small. It's me, Kat, Blake, and Blake's sister Fiona. She was a certified super-bitch when we met, but she's come around. We're actually friendly. And she seems to like Kat. A lot.