Dating the Boss (Blue Harbor #2) - Jaclyn Osborn Page 0,22
the stairs. “The manor was run-down and falling apart when my husband and I bought it. But we fixed it up and not only made it our forever home, but it’s a place anyone can visit when they need a touch of home for the holidays. What brings you to the area?”
“A business trip,” I said as we walked up the stairs. “I had a meeting in Greenville, and the storm hit hard on our way back, blocking our route home.”
“What do you do for business?”
“I work for an advertising agency.” I tossed him a smile. “If you ever need help with your business, let me know.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Ian returned my smile. “So, the man with you is your business partner?’
“My assistant,” I corrected. “Which is why you see my issue with sharing a bed.”
My cock, however, had no issue sharing a bed with Reed. Which was the main reason why I couldn’t.
“Thank you for your help,” I said when we reached my room. “This is really a great place you have here.”
“I appreciate that.” Ian rolled the cot toward the door and let go of it. “Cole and I have worked hard to make this a home away from home. Please don’t hesitate to ask if there’s anything else you need.”
“Thanks. Goodnight.”
“Night.”
Placing my hand on the door, I took a deep breath before pushing it open.
The glow from the lamp shone on the far wall as I walked inside, carrying the cot, sheets, and pillow. Reed hopped up from the armchair in the corner, and my cock twitched when seeing the flash of pale skin of his stomach from where his shirt rode up. He’d taken off his button-up shirt and tight pants and now wore silky boxers and a red T-shirt.
He opened the cot and smoothed his hand over the mattress.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Getting my bed ready?” Reed cocked his head at me.
“Your bed is already ready,” I said, nodding to the queen bed behind him. “I’m sleeping on the cot.”
“You?” He looked even more confused. “No, I can’t let you do that. Do you see the size of this thing?” He patted the cot. “You are way too big for it. Your feet would hang over the end.”
“Stop arguing with me and get in that bed,” I said, a growl mixing with the words.
Reed put his hands on his hips. “No.”
“Reed…”
“You’re not the boss of me,” he spouted off, then erupted into a laugh. “I mean, I guess you are. But not in this instance.”
A smile tried to form on my lips, and I forced it away. He was just too damn adorable. I hated it. Ignoring his feisty little attitude, I unfolded the fitted sheet and started putting it on the cot. Reed came over to help, saying nothing. But the annoyed huffs leaving him said more than words ever could.
“You’re gonna wake up with one hell of a crick in your neck,” he said once the sheet was on. “And that’s if you don’t fall off the damn thing first.”
“Will you stop fussing over me?” I fluffed the pillow and tossed it down on the cot. “Get in bed, Reed. We’re leaving at first light.”
“God, you make it sound like we’re leaving for war in the morning,” he muttered, stomping over to the large bed. It rose up higher because of the antique frame, and I fought another smile as he had to hop up to get into it. He flopped on the mattress and pulled the thick comforter over him before turning his head toward me. “You sure you don’t want the bed? It’s amazing.”
“Turn off the light,” I said.
The cot creaked as I put my weight down onto it. For a second, I was afraid it would collapse. Reed wasn’t wrong when he’d said I was too big for the thing. It was the size of a twin bed, and my feet hung over the edge just as he’d said they would. My shoulders were a bit too wide to lie flat down, so I had to lie on my side.
Heaving a sigh, Reed flicked off the light, sending the room into darkness. And silence. It was so quiet that I heard the wind rustling the branches outside the window. He shifted around before settling. But after a few seconds, he shifted again. Then again, releasing another sigh.
“Will you stop moving?” I asked, annoyed.
“I can’t help it,” Reed whined. “It’s too quiet for me to sleep.”