Seducing The Boss (Pulse #2) - Mari Carr Page 0,28

arrived at work, drag her into his office and show her exactly how he’d planned to say good-bye to her this morning.

Turning on the shower, he tried to put Sara out of his mind. She hadn’t been wrong to leave like she had. After all, it was Monday. The time limit had expired. It was time to do as they’d said and move on. Life as normal.

However, convincing himself that was the best thing was futile.

He’d always heard friends refer to perfect Sundays, in which they described their ideal day. Before yesterday, Kellan thought he knew what his perfect Sunday was. It usually began with doing a bit of paperwork while drinking his coffee, spending a couple hours at the gym, meeting a few friends for drinks, then hitting the recliner to watch whatever sport was in season.

Sara had blown that ideal out of the water. His new perfect Sunday included waking up to Sara riding his cock, followed by a huge breakfast of omelets and toast. The rest of the day would include skinny-dipping in the pool, reading the Sunday paper on the couch together, afternoon wine in the hot tub, pork chops on the grill, and the kinkiest game of strip poker ever. It would end with the two of them soaking in a bubble bath, fucking like bunnies, then falling asleep tangled up in each other’s arms.

As he relived every moment of the previous day, he stroked his dick slowly. Then, as he recalled Sara’s face last night as she came, his grip tightened almost painfully as he jerked off harder. Closing his eyes, he imagined her lips wrapped around his erection, sucking him to completion. Within a dozen strokes, he was there.

The water had just begun to go cool when he managed to pull himself together enough to finish washing. He stepped out of the shower, feeling unsettled and even angrier.

Sara should have been in that shower with him.

Unfortunately, he hit traffic on his way into work, the slow-moving snarl on the highway doing little to improve his sour mood. By the time he pulled into his parking spot, he was forty-five minutes late and ready to commit murder.

His secretary’s smile faded fast when she saw his face.

“Get me Sara Connelly,” he barked as he walked toward his office.

Jenna gestured to the hallway behind her. “She’s in the conference room along with the rest of her department. You’re fifteen minutes late for the meeting with the ER staff.”

Fuck.

“Buzz in and tell them I’m on my way.”

Kellan walked into his office, slamming his briefcase onto his desk loudly. He’d hoped to tie up the loose ends with Sara in regard to this weekend before venturing into this meeting. Given her heated response to his plans for refining emergency room procedures, he knew this was going to be an unpleasant confrontation.

He grabbed the folder he’d assembled Friday afternoon from his briefcase. He had intended to go over the data this weekend so that he was better prepared, ready to fend off any arguments the staff might have, but Kellan hadn’t opened the damn thing once. Instead, he’d found Sara alone at Score, invited her home, and then let her distract him from doing his work. In all the most delicious ways.

And in some unexpected ways, too. He’d never hung out with Sara, just the two of them alone, for so long. While he’d always enjoyed her company when they were among friends, he didn’t realize just how much they had in common. She was funny, patient, and damn easy to be with.

The other women he’d dated—slept with—had always felt like hard work. He measured every comment and was careful to “play it cool.” He didn’t feel the need to do that with Sara. Instead, he let the real Kellan out.

Now, he was forced to return to the role of big bad boss. It was a familiar mask, and it was one Sara had seen numerous times in the past. However, today the idea of letting her see the cold-blooded administrator bothered him. He had liked showing her the good parts of himself, and it gave him no pleasure to bring out the dark side once more.

“Might as well get this over with,” he muttered as he straightened his tie and jacket and headed toward the conference room.

Dr. Carson Reynolds and Dr. Madison Raine, ER physicians, as well as Sara, who served as charge nurse in the department, were seated around the conference table. Carson looked leery as Kellan