Bad Boss (Irresistible 2)

“He wants us at the hotel.”

“The hotel?” I repeated.

“The Victorian.” Julian eyed me wickedly as we reached the top of the steps. “I believe you’re familiar with it.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“Yes.” My eyes fluttered when I looked up and let his gorgeous smile really hit me. “I am.”

Our eyes were on each other as we entered his office, but once I got in, my attention was drawn quickly to the big, ugly box sitting on his desk. It was bright yellow, a glaring eyesore among Julian’s otherwise sophisticated décor.

“Unfortunately,” he started as we stood side by side in front of his desk, just staring at the ugly box. “We won’t be meeting in the comfort of a room tonight so much as some private part of the roof, despite this weather.”

I raised my eyebrows. “We’re going to be burning.”

“I know. I’m not entirely sure what Turner has up his sleeve for tonight, but as you can see, he sent us a lot of surfing gear that we really have no use for.”

I burst out laughing.

“What is he on?”

“I wish I knew. But he did say the surprise he had in store for us tonight required swimsuits.” If a voice could roll its eyes, Julian’s just did. “And while I have no intentions for either of us to play into the swimsuit request, I would recommend you either go home and find a change of clothes or take this to buy something lightweight for tonight.”

I looked down to find Julian handing me a heavy, black credit card.

“Company expense. You can either buy something or grab it from home,” he said, rounding his desk and taking a seat in his chair. “Whichever option you choose, feel free to take the day off till six, since you’ll be working from then till presumably eight or nine o’ clock tonight.”

“Oh.”

I stared at the card. On one hand, it was nice to have the company pay for my personal wardrobe additions. On the other hand, I didn’t want to be out of the office. I had been hoping to stay and feel out the energy between Julian and myself, because if I had any more time alone with my thoughts, I might actually implode.

“Should I… leave right now?” I asked.

“Yes, I’d prefer that.” Julian sat back to study what I imagined was visible disappointment on my face. “I was a little eager to make use of the time that opened up after the Roths rescheduled, so I have back-to-back meetings starting in fifteen minutes,” he said. Off my silence, he smiled. “In case I’m not being clear enough, I don’t regard fifteen minutes as enough time to do anything for pleasure.”

The grin that curved my lips was a slow one.

“Thank you for the clarification.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“But in that case, I should remind you of what you subjected me to on my first day working here.”

Julian sat forward, eyebrow cocked – his silent invitation for me to go on. I smirked.

“Bluntly put, Mr. Hoult, you licked my pussy in the elevator for about six seconds before you had to stop. In your opinion, that was what we had time for, so,” I glanced at the clock, “I can’t help but imagine that fourteen minutes is more than enough time for what I have in mind.”

His cufflink gleamed as he brought his hand under his chin.

“And what is it that you have in mind?”

“I want to finish what I started the night we met.”

“Please clarify.”

“I want your cock in my mouth, Julian,” I said as a wicked look flashed in his eyes. “And this time, I want to make you come.”

He was quiet for two seconds then drew in a deep breath and groaned.