Bad Boss (Irresistible 2)

“Sounds perfect.”

“It does.”

Like a dream, actually.

I couldn’t have imagined it this well as a girl. I couldn’t have pictured someone as perfect as Julian, who could take away every ounce of my pain by simply wrapping me tight in his arms.

I lived for just the way he just looked at me – for the way he kissed me in the morning when I woke, and the way he said “I love you” as I drifted off to sleep every night. He was both my fantasy and my reality, my actual dream come true.

The only crazy part was that the best was yet to come.

The End

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Sweet Spot

Chapter One

LIA

On any other night, I loved living alone.

Fucking loved it.

Pants were optional and bras were such an afterthought they might as well not exist. On some days, they were shed at the door and flung onto the couch where they’d hang out for a couple hours while I showered with the door open and walked around naked for no reason. Ninety percent of the time, in my little 18th Street apartment, I was in some state of undress – in a T-shirt and panties or just panties. Sometimes a robe left untied. Sweats and a bra, perhaps?

Or maybe nothing at all.

It was my personal retaliation for having gone my first twenty-five years without my own bedroom – without my own voice or taste or tiny lick of independence. Thanks to that late start, I loved the freedom of living alone like a normal person loved their mother or spouse.

But tonight was one of those nights that made me kind of itch for a roommate.

Mostly because I didn’t want to be the one to get up and investigate the bumping and thumping outside in the hall. It was almost 10:30PM – all I wanted at this hour was to play some Sia, pour some wine and risk the safety of my iPad as I read it in the bath. I wanted to paint my toes in Essie’s Chinchilly, sleep by midnight and wake up early to start the custom order of truffles that had to be shipped to a Long Island wedding by Tuesday.

So while it was selfish and vaguely bitchy, I pretended not to hear my neighbor struggling out in the hall. More often than not, it was her finicky lock giving her trouble, and generally, I was the one who came to the rescue.

But not tonight.

“You’ll figure it out, Tess,” I whispered as I finally let myself close my eyes and breathe in the lavender steam. I sighed as I leaned slowly back in the hot water, soaking in the Epsom salts and feeling them start to buzz against my skin.

But the second my head touched my bath pillow, a loud noise sounded outside.

My eyes flew back open as I waited to hear it again. I breathed out when several seconds of silence passed – even waited another few to be safe. Once I ruled that the coast was clear, I grabbed my glass of wine and relaxed once more.

But my back had barely hit the tub before the sound came back louder.

Thump!