Dating the Boss (Blue Harbor #2) - Jaclyn Osborn Page 0,6
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Reed nodded. “Today, you have the meeting with Henderson, then another at four with the diamond company about their commercial.”
“What about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve, Mr. Sawyer,” Reed responded. “We’re off work for the rest of the week.”
“Oh.” I shook my head. “Right.”
I had definitely worked too much lately. I was losing track of the days.
“Do you have any plans for New Year’s?” Reed asked in an almost shy manner. His hazel eyes were big and bright as they met mine.
My heart fluttered in my chest, and I averted my gaze to the window. “No.”
We never discussed our personal lives. Why was he doing so now?
“They’re doing a ball drop at Allie’s,” Reed said. Allie’s was a popular bar on Main Street. “I might go.”
“I don’t need to know your personal business,” I said, pulling out my chair and sitting at my desk. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to work.”
“Of course.” Reed dropped his gaze to his feet and left my office, shutting the door behind him as he went.
For the second time that morning, I released a heavy breath, though this one was less due to relief and more frustrated. More at myself than anyone else. Checking out my assistant was highly inappropriate.
Why did Reed have to be so gorgeous? The hair accessories and fitted clothes gave off a feminine impression, yet he’d also come into work beautifully masculine in a suit and tie. Both styles of dress looked perfect on him. My heart reacted strangely around him, and it was sometimes hard to breathe.
Perhaps I’d scroll through the hookup app again later. Getting lost in someone else would hopefully get my assistant off my mind.
Chapter Three
Reed
I rang in the new year with five margaritas in my system and a dick up my ass.
Fireworks exploded outside as the clock struck midnight. It was the same exact time Henry—Heath?—hit my sweet spot and nibbled my neck, our bodies slick with sweat. I rode him harder, tangling my fingers in his long hair.
“Shit, you feel so good,” he murmured against my collarbone before biting me there.
My orgasm was nice but not amazing. Not anything reminiscent of the fireworks going on around us. But hey, an orgasm was an orgasm. A small moment of bliss was better than none at all.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Henry-Heath said as I rolled off him.
“Probably the alcohol talking.”
“Huh?” He put his arms behind his head, his chest rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath.
“Didn’t mean to say that out loud.” I slid out of bed. My head spun a little, and I caught myself on the wall.
“You leaving already?” he asked, reaching over and touching the small of my back. “I don’t mind if you stay the night.”
I sat back down on the mattress. I was in no state to drive, and finding a ride home would take forever. Quinn wouldn’t have a problem picking me up—he’d offered more times than I could count—but I didn’t want to inconvenience him or Monty.
“Okay,” I said, lying back down. “I’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
“Mm.” Henry-Heath threw an arm across my stomach and pulled me to him. Snores left him not even a minute later.
I settled against him and closed my eyes. I guess it wasn’t so bad.
I was no stranger to the “walk of shame.” You know the one I’m talking about. Leaving the house or apartment—in my case, dorm room—of the person you fucked the night before, wearing yesterday’s clothes and your face scrunched at the too-bright sky because of the massive hangover that made it seem like a tiny army of elves was banging around inside your skull.
“Someone had a good night,” a guy said to me with a smirk as I walked across the college campus.
I tugged my coat tighter around me and mumbled a response. He laughed before seeing another group of guys and jogging toward them.
Freaking college kids.
I had met Henry-Heath at Allie’s the night before, not knowing he was a college student. All I’d known was he was cute for a skater boy type, and he was sweet. And it had been too damn long since I’d meet a genuinely sweet guy. Banging in his dorm room had brought me back to my college days of doing the same: sneaking men into my room at all hours of the night, then having to face a grumpy Quinn the next morning, who’d been kept awake by the sounds coming from my room.