The Boss Deal - Penny Wylder Page 0,20

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.”

“Look,” I say, my eyes holding his, “I can't say I'm not attracted to you. I know you can feel it. And even having just spent this small amount of time with you, there's so much about you I like. But she's my friend, and I won't hurt my friend.”

“How about this. . .” Pausing, he moves in closer, standing over me as he slips his fingers into the hair at the base of my neck. “How about for now, just while we're here, we see where this goes. It's just us, no one else, no one to make you question yourself. How about while we're here, you take a chance on me.”

It sounds good in theory. No one here knows us. Why not just let myself go, live in the moment, and not in fear of what could happen.

“And then what? What about when we go back?”

“I'm not asking you to marry me, Misty. Let's just see what happens. No promises, no anger, no resistance. We're both adults, we don't owe anyone anything. We owe ourselves the chance to try.”

In my heart, I believe him. I believe he's right.

And I want this. Giving myself permission to be attracted to him. Allowing myself to not resist, to enjoy. It relaxes my soul.

Because resisting Nick Torro will never be a war I'll win.

6

Nick

I can't stop staring at her.

She's standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, splashing her face with water. In a little tank-top and cotton shorts, the edges of her ass hang out the bottom as she leans over the sink.

The door is cracked, and I'm certain she