The Boss Upstairs - Roya Carmen Page 0,32
I wanted to get my hair dyed too… blue, or maybe pink. Anyway, my dad won’t let me. My mom’s cool with it, but my dad is such a…” Her words trail off, and I smile.
“I work for your dad,” I volunteer. “I’m the Graphic Designer working on branding for his new charity.” A sudden vision blurs my mind, Weston’s mouth on my ass. I blush crimson and turn my head, hoping she doesn’t notice.
She downs a sip of her chocolate milk. “Cool.”
The boy extends his arm, and I’m struck by the resemblance as we shake hands. I’m sure he’s going to be a heartbreaker like his father when he grows up.
I don’t know Weston very much, but I already know this: the man has heartbreaker written all over him. I’m already guarded. There’s no way I’m letting myself fall for him. This is just sex.
“I’m Ashton,” the boys says.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Great, I see you’ve met my kids,” Weston cheers and drops a quick peck on Elizabeth’s forehead. “How was your day, kids?”
Elizabeth pouts. “The usual.”
“I aced my test,” Ashton tells him.
Weston opens the refrigerator, and helps himself to a frozen coffee drink. “I knew you would.”
I don’t want to overstay my welcome, so I turn on my heel. “Well, it was nice to meet you,” I say. “I should get back to work.”
They both quickly wave goodbye, a barely-there gesture.
I’m surprised when Weston runs after me.
“Sweet kids,” I tell him.
He smiles. “Yeah, I have them this week. They usually get home around three if they don’t have after-school activities,” he tells me. “So no playtime after three,” he whispers.
I laugh. “Is that what we’re calling it… playtime?” I ask quietly.
He grins playfully. “Yes… Boss Man loves his playtime with his little grasshopper.”
Damn.
I’m instantly brought back to this morning, and the feel of his mouth on my ass. I’m turned on again. I shake my head, wondering what kind of weirdo I’ve gotten myself involved with. I don’t really care as long as he keeps making me feel this way.
“Grasshopper loves our playtime too,” I whisper just before returning to my desk.
He shoots me a wink and disappears, leaving me wanting more.
Yet again.
On Wednesday morning, I find a colorful lollipop bouquet on my desk, and I smile. I study it more closely; strawberry-banana, cotton candy, caramel apple, watermelon, fruit punch, and other yummy flavors.
I settle down at my desk, ready for the work day, and eager to see Weston. I now have my own key, and can let myself in in the morning. I kind of miss Mr. Boss Man greeting me at the door, but since he’s not always available, this makes more sense.
I’m smack in the middle of a new concept design. I’ve gone over a few, but they’ve all left me uninspired. I’m finding this project challenging because I care so much. I really want to do a good job.
“Hey, Grasshopper.”
I look up and leisurely give him the once-over. He looks fine in grey slim fitting khakis and a grey V neck tee.
I smile up at him. “Thank you for the lollipop bouquet.”
“How did you know it was from me?”
“Who else would it be from?”
He grins and inches closer. He studies the image on my screen and glances at the mess on my desk. “Can I see what you’ve got so far?”
I wince. “It’s not quite ready yet,” I admit.
He smiles. “I need those original concepts soon, Miss Morris. You’ve been here almost two weeks now.”
“I’ve been kind of distracted,” I point out, my tone flirtatious.
His grin is playful. “I think you might need to be disciplined, Miss Morris.”
My pussy instantly perks up. “Really?”
“In my office now.”
I practically bounce off my chair, all eager bunny. I’m not sure what his brand of discipline entails, but I’m pretty sure I’ll love it.
I’m breathless as I head to his desk, anticipating his next move.
“Come closer,” he says. So I do. I walk slowly to him until we’re about six inches apart. He stands tall over me, and his smile fades. He reaches for a lock of my hair and toys with it. He leans down, and his hot mouth presses against my cheek. I inhale the moment in, delighting in the sensation. He slides his mouth down toward my lips. He brushes gently over them, his light stubble soft against my skin.
“No kissing,” I remind him quietly.
His growl is buried into my skin. He slides his mouth down my neck, and I rake my hands through his soft