The Boss Upstairs - Roya Carmen Page 0,48

does when he’s hard.”

I close my eyes and imagine him inside me. I pick up the tempo, writhing against the cool crisp sheets. I moan softly as I feel myself climbing. I know he’s still watching me, and I don’t open my eyes as I finally reach my climax. Soft moans and cries fill the room, and I get completely lost in the moment. I can’t even remember the last time I let go like this. I feel it in every inch of my body.

I’m numb and completely spent when I finally open my eyes. He’s still watching me, and he wears the most delicious smile. “Wow,” he says. “You were absolutely beautiful. This was definitely the best five minutes of my day… my week… possibly my year.”

“Even better than the spanking?” I joke.

“Yes.” He bounces off the bed. “I need a shower.”

I laugh as I watch him go. He’s still fully dressed, and a part of me wants to chase him into the washroom and watch him undress.

But I respect his privacy.

And I let him do his thing.

I pull my thong back up, and peel myself out of his comfy bed. I attempt to make the bed again as it was, but fail miserably. I scurry to the closet and fetch my clothes. I hastily put my bra back on, my blouse and skirt. I run over to the bed and slip my pumps back on. I check myself in the mirror and pat my hair down.

There. Good. Surprisingly, I look exactly like I did before I entered his room.

My heart is still hammering as I walk slowly down the hall. When I pass Rosetta’s desk, I throw her a quick smile, attempting to look casual. She eyes me dubiously.

I settle back at my desk, and fire up my current project, business card designs.

Rosetta eyes me with a raised brow. Whatever she was in the middle of doing has been put on the back burner. “Come over here, Honey.”

I bite my lip. Crap.

“I can’t exactly get up easily,” she points out.

I reluctantly rise from my desk and head over to hers.

Her gaze darts over me, down my body and up again. “What are you up to?”

“What? Nothing,” I say, feigning innocence. “What are you talking about?”

Her brow is still raised, a perfect upside down V. “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“No… I don’t,” I insist.

“You and Boss Man are sticking the banana in the Sundae.”

My jaw drops to the floor. “We are… not.” Technically, we aren’t. I’m not lying.

“Well, you all are definitely doing something. A little afternoon delight?”

“No!”

She smiles wide. “I think you are.”

“We’re not!” I argue.

“Okay… he might not be buttering your biscuit just yet, but something is definitely going on.”

I exhale a long breath. I can’t tell her anything. It’s a clause in the agreement, and is strictly forbidden, but she’s no dummy. She obviously already knows. “Okay… something is up,” I finally confess.

“I knew it!”

I shake my head and inch closer. “He can’t know that you know,” I whisper. “It’s supposed to be a secret.”

Her smile is naughty. “My lips are sealed,” she says. “On one condition.”

“What condition?” I ask, a little scared.

“As long as you give me all the juicy details, I’ll pretend I don’t know a thing.”

I laugh. “You’re too funny.”

There’s no way I’m going to tell her the details. We both know she’s joking.

Well, I hope she’s joking.

“I think these might be last week’s cookies,” I tell Samuel. “They seem to get more stale every week.”

He smiles. “There’s always leftovers. They probably stuff them back in the boxes, and take them out again the next week.”

I abandon my cookie. “That’s disgusting. And unhygienic.”

“I’m bringing homemade cookies next week,” Bernadette chimes in. “I make fantastic ginger molasses cookies.”

“Yes… please,” I beg. “Anything but these.”

Samuel and I both reach for a coffee stir stick, and his hand brushes against mine accidentally, on purpose, I’m not sure. “So last Friday,” he says. “That was nice. We should do it again.”

I nod nervously. It’s the way he says it, like he has other plans in mind. I thought I was very clear about not being ready for a new relationship. “Uh… sure,” I say, at a loss for words.

“I know a great Italian restaurant not far from here,” he tells me. “I do their security.”

I blow on my hot coffee. “Really? Is that what you do for a living?”

He shrugs. “Yep… it pays the bills. I install security systems for businesses and high-end