Page 7 of Misadventures With My Billionaire Boss

“Are you done yet?” Charlie asked, cutting into the pleasure, reminding me we weren’t just standing in front of two kids, but in a house full of people.

Sam pulled back long enough to catch his breath. “No.”

He kissed me again, this time gentler, softer. Better. Full of promise of more.

Finally, he lifted his head. Our eyes met and I read quite a bit in his gaze. It was all good. And not for little boys.

“You can uncover your eyes now,” he told them.

They looked completely relieved it was over, as if they'd dodged a really gross bullet.

Sam handed over the handcuffs to Zach.

“Cool,” the boy replied. Sliding one end open, he looked at Sam. “Give me your wrist.”

Sam quirked an eyebrow. “You want to put it on me?”

“Sure, it's no fun doing it to yourself.”

Shrugging, Sam said, “Okay.” He stuck his arm out. With asnick,the cuff dangled from his wrist.

“Now you.” Charlie pointed at me.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you're the bad guy.”

Sam was trying not to laugh. “Have you been bad?” he asked. While the tone was playful, his look was anything but.

I rolled my eyes at him, knowing the boys didn't understand the underlying inappropriateness of his question. “I can be.”

Heat flared in Sam's eyes.

Oh, boy.

Anothersnickand we were linked together by a pair of very industrial, very police-like handcuffs.

I gave a gentle yank on my wrist and it pulled Sam's arm toward me.

“Awesome,” Charlie said. Both boys were staring at our joined wrists as if it was the most amazing thing they'd ever seen.

“Okay, you can undo us now,” I said. I wanted Sam to pick up where he left off and that didn't involve an underage audience. Or any audience for that matter. “Who has the key?”

Zach looked at Charlie. Charlie looked at Zach. They both shrugged and turned to Sam. “We don't have it.”

I looked to Sam. He paused. “I don't have it.”

My mouth fell open. “You don't have the key? It wasn’t in the box?” I yanked on my wrist again thinking it would just come undone.

“Nope. Just the cuffs,” he replied.

“Where's the key?” I could hear the panic in my own words.

What kind of cuffs had Goldie given me? These looked like police-grade cuffs instead of the fur lined ones with quick releases.

The boys shrugged again and dashed off down the hall, probably to start the movie,Transformers. Their interest in the handcuffs obviously over.

I looked to Sam. I lifted our joined hands between us with a jangle of cold metal and thought for a moment. “Goldie,” I hissed. She had the key. I pulled my cell from my purse.