The Last Boss' Daughter

Somehow, in the rush of my newly won freedom, the glow of our passionate sexy time, and my sudden, all-consuming fondness for this man….

Well, I forgot he had to leave.

“No, not yet,” I balk, my gaze jumping to the window. My stomach sinks when I see it’s dark outside. “Why’d you let me sleep?”

“It’s been a long day,” he tells me.

Only then do I realize he’s completely dressed, and his skin is cool and a little red like he’s been outside.

“I can sleep when you leave—literally all I have to do is sleep.”

There’s no point arguing about it, so he doesn’t, even though I want to, like that will rewind time and give me those precious hours back that I completely wasted.

Liam pats the stack of my discarded clothing he’s folded and left on his side of the bed. “Get dressed.”

I pout, but drag my lazy ass out of bed and grudgingly pull my clothes on.

It feels like he’s going to be gone forever. And I’m going to be alone out here in some remote forest. And it took like three hours to get here, so even when he’s on his way back to me, it’s going to take a long time.

Goddammit.

I want this job to be over so he doesn’t have to leave me anymore. Then we can….

I freeze, one leg in my jeans.

Then we can what?

I don’t know what happens when the job ends. I have no idea.

This is why I need more time! I need answers to questions like these. Do I have more time? Do we have more time? His words from earlier come back to me and I don’t know what they mean. He wants more time with me, in general, because it’s nearly over? Or he just wanted more time before he had to leave for work?

Oh, God.

What if I just found him and I’m about to lose him already?

I don’t know what kind of life he has when he isn’t doing this. I don’t know what he has to go back to.

I don’t know if he ever planned on taking me.

He was already going against orders to save me, but what if it was just that? He couldn’t stomach killing me, so he didn’t, but now we go our separate ways? I don’t want separate ways. I want more time.

The cabin feels smaller, colder than it did before. I’m scared, and it embarrasses me to admit that, even if only to myself.

His back is to me. I clear my throat to get his attention, and he glances at me over his shoulder.

“You have to leave right now?”

“In a few minutes,” he tells me.

Dread. A steady stream of it, seeping through every part of my body.

“What are you going back to?”

Liam doesn’t say anything for a minute, and that scares me even more. Finally he moves, stepping forward and opening what I guess is a closet. He kneels down, prying up the floor boards inside.

“What are you doing?” I ask tentatively.

He brings a black duffel bag up out of the floorboard and holds it up for me to see. “This is a go bag. You know what that is?”