The Boss Deal - Penny Wylder Page 0,8
hard, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck. I feel his moan first as his breath warms my skin. His cock jerks, pulsing inside my body as it fills the condom with hot cum.
Dropping to my side, he grunts softly. “Holy shit, I'm going to be honest, I didn't expect it to be this good.”
“That makes two of us,” I say with a chuckle.
We're both breathing heavy, and it feels like I can't catch my breath. Resting a hand on my chest, I swallow hard, and breathe in through my nose slowly.
He slips his hand under my head and rolls me into his side. There are no more words between us, just a satisfied silence.
Tracing the lines of the fish on his side, I watch as his eyes fall heavy. It looks like he's having trouble holding them open. They open and close, fluttering gently, then closing, only to open half again.
And just like that, he's out.
Typical guy. One good fuck and he's out like a light.
I watch him for a few more minutes, then slip out from under his arm. He makes a throaty noise, grabbing the blanket and rolling away to his other side.
With delicate feet, I get dressed, but keep my heels off. Looking around the room, there's a notepad by the phone with the hotel logo on it.
Reaching in my purse, I pull out a pen and scribble on the pad.
Thanks for a night of wild fun I'll always remember.
—Little Vixen
Painting my lips in pink lipstick, I kiss the paper, leaving the perfect mark.
And just like that I'm gone. A nameless woman in his memories.
It's the perfect night of reckless sex and sinful desire.
Now it's over. Time to go back to reality.
2
Misty
My fucking head. What the hell was I thinking last night?
Rubbing my temples, I wait at the counter for my coffee. The girl smiles, passing it to me, and I half smile with a grunt.
I feel like I've been hit by a truck—no, a freight train.
The girl's mouth goes slack as she hands me my change. It's not her fault, and I know it, but I feel like shit. I'm not in the smiling mood.
Dropping the change into her tip cup, I flip the sunglasses down to cover my eyes and shove the door open. The street is busy, people are moving in both directions, like ants in the dirt.
The sun is bright as hell today, so bright I'm still squinting behind the dark lenses. My head starts to throb harder, forcing me to look at the ground as I walk.
It was a bad idea to get that drunk last night.
I'm on my way to Vanessa's bakery for the first official meet and greet with the investor. This is not how I want to make a first impression: half awake, with a headache that's ripping my brain in half, and my stomach queasy. It feels like I could throw up, my stomach is clenching and twisting, so I sip my coffee with the hope it soothes something. Anything.
After a short walk, I pull the doors open and see Vanessa behind the counter.
“Holy shit, look who it is.” She wipes the flour off her hands and onto the bright yellow apron around her waist. “You know if you didn't show up this morning, I was going to call the cops.”
“What? Why?” I ask, dropping into a chair at one of the small tables.
Vanessa steps out from behind the counter with a plate in her hand. Setting it down in front of me, she rests her hands on her hips. “I called you, I texted you, I left you a gazillion messages. You never answered any of them. Eat, it's a coffee cake muffin, it'll help.”
“You did?” Digging around in my purse, I pull out my phone. She's right. Message after message, ten missed calls, ten new voice messages. “Oh yeah, you did. Sorry, I didn't hear it, I had it on vibrate. Plus I got pretty fucked up last night, so there's that too.” Peeling a chunk of the muffin top off, I pop a small bite into my mouth.
“I thought you got abducted or something.” Vanessa rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
Smirking, I lift the paper cup to my lips and say, “Or something.” Winking at her, I sip the coffee.
“Wait, what the hell does that mean?” Her demeanor changes as she eagerly takes the seat across from me. “Did you meet someone after I left last night?”
“After you got abducted, you