The Fake Engagement

Preston chuckled. “But it was easier to drink. Want a second?”

It was on the tip of her tongue to say no, but as if in answer, a roll of thunder filled the air. “Hell, yeah.”

“You’re going to be a rebel on me.”

“I’m going to be whatever I need to be.” She let him pour the whiskey, and this time, she didn’t wait around, she downed it in one go and shook her head. “Nope. Nope. Hell, no. This is a sipping whiskey.”

“Feeling warmed up?” he asked.

“Yep.” And if she was honest, a little less conscious of her nakedness. “So, Preston, have you ever thought about actually finding a woman to settle down with?”

“Not found one I wanted to be with.”

“You know I noticed, right?”

“Noticed what?”

She smiled. “Fill her up.”

Preston poured her another shot. This time, she sipped at it. “That you don’t go on as many dates with women.”

“Right.”

“You think I’m lying, but I’m not. When I first started working for you three years ago, nearly every month I had to go and find a new gift. Always something disgustingly expensive, and do you remember the note you’d make me write?” she asked.

“I had a good time. Thank you.”

“Yeah, that was the one. Kira, the lady at the jewelry store, took pity on me. She started to set pieces aside to help me out.”

He snorted. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“I did wonder if you were addicted to sex.”

“Eliza, what makes you think I bedded all of those women?” he asked.

Had he gotten closer?

“Why buy them jewelry if you hadn’t?”

“Good point. I was also buying jewelry because I’d hurt their feelings. I went on a lot of dates, but that doesn’t mean I screwed them all. My parents didn’t raise a playboy.”

“But all those rumors about you circling the net?” she asked. Did his lips look a little more tempting in the cold light of day?

“They’re just rumors. Hasn’t anyone ever talked to you about fake news?”

She finished her shot, and Preston poured her another.

The space between them had seemed to close.

“I know of fake news.”

“Then you should know I don’t fuck every single woman I meet.”

That shouldn’t have made her pussy pulse, but it did. Eliza realized it had been a long time since she’d been with a man. Working for Preston Boone didn’t leave much of a social life, and she’d been more interested in spending the spare time she did have with her besties than a boyfriend.

Eliza moved to her knees.

“What are you doing?” Preston asked.

Even as she screamed in her mind to stop, she somehow kept on going, moving over him to straddle his waist. He didn’t push her away.

She cupped his face. “Something I know I’m going to regret.”

Eliza knew she shouldn’t do this. The drink was making her forget who she was, who Preston was.

She pressed her lips to his. At first, it was a slow kiss. Just a meeting of lips. Eliza liked the electric current rushing through her body. She felt on fire.

When Preston made no move to touch her, she lifted up, but then he touched her ass. Both of his hands gripped her flesh, and she kissed him deeper.

They both moaned.

Preston didn’t just put his hands on her ass, he gripped each cheek tightly, massaging her with his palms. She couldn’t help but cry out from the sheer pleasure of his touch. This man knew what he was doing, even as she wanted to scream at herself to stop.

He was her boss. Their engagement was all fake. But she kept on kissing him as his hands traveled up her back, going toward the back of her bra. He flicked the catch, and she let out a little moan, especially as she broke the kiss, leaning back.

Slowly, so achingly slowly, he started to lower the bra.

Just as he was about to reveal her tits, the door opened. Eliza released a scream, and Preston moved her quickly so he covered her with his body.

They both turned in time to see Trudy and another woman, laughing.

“Crap,” Trudy said.

“Hey, Trudy. Hey, Caroline,” Preston said.

Their moment had been interrupted, but Eliza didn’t know if she was happy about it.

****

His parents arrived home early.

As did his brothers and their wives. Everyone came back to the house, and along with it, the knowledge that he was so close to getting Eliza naked.

He didn’t have a problem with her moving to straddle his lap, or feeling her against him. He’d asked her what she was doing to make sure she was in touch with her senses, nothing more, nothing less.

He didn’t want to make any kind of mistakes when it came to her.

Eliza had been sound of mind. She’d wanted to kiss him.

Only, the past couple of days since their moment alone, she’d been avoiding him, big time.

Each night, she’d fall asleep, and she had started to put a wall of pillows between them. Not that it stopped him. Not in the slightest. He woke up with the pillows out of his way, his hands full of all woman, and he wasn’t about to complain because he loved it, a lot. He liked having Eliza in his bed.