The Boss Deal

Grimacing, I walk past him, rolling my suitcase behind me. “A single room. . . You had this planned the whole time didn’t you? Is this trip some type of trick? Did you do this to get me alone?”

“As much as I’d like to take credit for the trip, I can’t. We wouldn’t be here if there weren’t some issues. But I did take advantage, that I’ll admit.” Nick opens the small fridge and pulls out a nip of whiskey. “A toast,” he says, holding the small bottle up. “To new relationships, and new businesses.” Taking a sip, he passes it to me.

“Sure, why the hell not.” Tipping my head back, I take a big swig.

Nick laughs, flopping back onto the bed. “It’s really quiet here. Did you notice that?”

I nod. “It’s the first thing I noticed when we got here.”

The silence. It’s almost deafening. You don’t get this kind of silence in the city. Silence in the city is like a baby not crying. Sometimes it happens, it’s rare and unlikely, but sometimes, you get a day where there are less sirens, less traffic, less noise.

“I think we’re going to have to fix that. We just might have to make some noise of our own.” The corner of his mouth pulls up to one side, his eyes full of lust.

The thought of him making me scream turns me on. My stomach heats up like it’s full of hot coals. The warmth sizzles as it spreads around my body, making my nipples tender and my pussy wet.

I remember the feel of his tongue again against my clit, his hands on my skin, and I can imagine what it would be like to have an entire night together.

No! No more! You said you wouldn’t!

I know my brain is right. My body wants one thing, but I have to go with my head. I’ve already gone too far with him, and if I keep playing with fire, eventually I’m going to get burned.

He sits up on the end of the bed and pats the empty space next to him. “Come sit, unless you want me to lay back down. I do have somewhere else you can sit.” He licks his lips as he tilts his head and gives his hips a little thrust.

A tremble flows through my thighs, and my pulse starts to kick harder. I want to sit on his face, and his cock, but I can’t.

“I’m good, I’ll just sit over here for now.” Pulling out the chair from the small table, I sit down. Reaching into the mini fridge, I grab another nip and drink it all in one shot.

Nick stares at me, his eyes trying to read my mind. “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what again?”

“Trying to pretend like you don’t want to fuck me.”

“That’s because I don’t,” I answer quickly.

“Liar. If that was true, you wouldn’t even be in this room right now. You would have gone back to the desk and requested your own. If you didn’t want to fuck me, I wouldn’t have eaten you out on my car, or fucked you after leaving the bar.”

Sighing, I hang my head. He’s right. I’m lying to him, and I’m lying to myself if I think I’ll be able to resist him. It’s like he’s cast a spell on me, one that makes my body deceive me and my pussy ignore every direction I give it to shut down.

“Look,” I say, letting my eyes connect with his, “the truth is, Vanessa told me that she thinks you’re cute. She has a little crush on you. And since she’s my best friend, it feels wrong to me.”

His shoulders stiffen as he actually seems to be listening. Not only listening, but honestly hearing me. His head nods along, his expression somber and genuine.

“Makes sense,” he says, resting open palms on his knees. “Except, I’m not a man who wonders about the what ifs. It doesn’t matter to me if she told you she has a crush on me, because she hasn’t told me.” He stands, moving with long, firm steps to my side. “But I did meet you, and I’m a man who isn’t going to let something good pass through my fingers without taking a chance. I’ve done that once before. I ignored an opportunity with my father because I was too worried about all those what ifs. And when he passed away, I lost the chance to ever try. I missed my opportunity, and that drives every decision I make now.”

The way he says it sends a chill up my spine. There’s sadness and regret in his voice. His eyes gloss over, remembering his choice and h feeling his loss.

“I’m so sorry about your dad.”

Reaching out, I take his hand.

“No, it’s all right. It’s just I refuse to not at least try. I’d never forgive myself if I let something slip through my fingers again without even trying.”