say, the words coming out before I can stop them. I’m shocked to my core. He owns this jet. Holy money buckets. I knew he was incredibly wealthy, but his own jet? Yikes.
He laughs. “You used to work for your family, so it’s hardly the same thing.”
“Simon isn’t family,” I blurt.
“Who’s Simon?” His hands tighten over his cutlery, and his eyes narrow. If I didn’t know better, I would almost say he was jealous.
“He’s a pastry chef at Buns. We worked together for a couple of years, but he’s married with a fifth child on the way.”
“Five children…holy fuck!”
“You swear a lot.” I just get myself out of one hole and then climb straight into the next. I just reprimanded my superior for bad language.
He shrugs. “Gets rid of tension. You should try it. I’ve noticed you prefer cuss alternatives.”
I smile. “I was taught that it’s rude and that ladies don’t swear. That’s why I use alternatives. I’m sure you wouldn’t like it if I cussed in front of clients.”
He looks around and then locks eyes with me. “We’re not in front of clients. Forget alternatives! You should try the real thing sometime. Maybe when you’re in your hotel room tonight…alone. No one needs to know.”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t think so. There are better things to do to relieve tension.”
“Tell me more…” He takes a sip of his drink.
“I’ll take a nice hot bath, which will get rid of all the tension just fine.”
He snorts. “A hot bath… It’ll help, but…” He shakes his head, not looking convinced.
“A hot bath with lovely soapy bubbles will do the job just fine.” I can see he still doesn’t agree. I shrug. “What? Maybe if I lie in the bath and say a cuss word or three?” I laugh at the thought.
“That would be better, Miss Shaw.”
“Better. What’s better than a hot bath to relieve tension?”
“Orgasms,” he throws out, so matter-of-factly it’s scary.
I try not to show my shock and horror at what he just said. Act cool, Ashley! I need to ignore the fact that my clit did this happy dance when he said the word. I guess Bolt is the kind of guy who is used to saying whatever he wants. He certainly doesn’t lack any confidence.
Orgasms.
Not one but multiple. Cool as a cucumber. “I guess sex will help with…with stress relief.” I’m thrilled at how relaxed and carefree I sound, since I’m not. This is not a conversation to have with your boss. Especially if he’s sex on legs. I reach down and find my bag, pulling out the bottle of water Trevor gave me earlier. I’m feeling hot all of a sudden.
“I didn’t say sex, Miss Shaw. I’m sorry to say that the one doesn’t always lead to the other. Orgasms mixed with a choice cuss word or two will ease any kind of tension every single time.”
I nod frantically. I can definitely relate. Sex doesn’t always lead to orgasms. Don’t I know it. I always struggled with ‘getting there’ in the past. Not just with Sean, but with other guys I’ve dated too. In fact, I’ve never had an orgasm from straight-up sex. I’ve always needed a lot of help. Too much effort for most guys. Also, they seem to think they’re amazing in bed, even if they’re not. That rarely leads to anything exciting, at least for the woman. “There are people who can help you with that, you know,” I mutter. I’ve done my research.
He frowns. “What kind of people?”
“Sex therapists, I think they’re called.” I would be willing to help him find one. Hey, maybe I’ll make an appointment for myself too. Sean told me I’m like a dead fish in bed. I have to say, I’m shocked at Bolt’s admission. He isn’t good in bed? I would have bet my right arm that he would be amazing. In a way, I find it kind of sweet that he would admit it to me. I realize that he’s looking at me like I just grew pink horns. “You just said that sex doesn’t always lead to orgasms. I’m going to assume you’re talking from experience. That’s perfectly normal. You could also buy a book on…everything to do with…well, with sex. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I read an article in a magazine the other day and,” I lift my eyes in thought, “I think it said only 30 to 40% of women actually achieve climax during intercourse. It’s as low as