Page 18 of Beauty and the Bosshole
He trails off again. Usually, the man won’t quit berating me, and now he can’t finish a damn sentence.
“But willyoube safe?” My stomach twists at the thought of Reese in danger. Even though he’s big and strong and muscled enough to take care of himself, I still hate the thought of him walking out there unprotected. What if this mobster is armed? What if it’s a trap?
What the hell kind of trouble did Ms. Nina get into?
My boss ruffles my hair before walking to the adjoining door. “I’m not Leon’s type. Remember, don’t touch yourself yet.”
After all, Reese is a very aggravating man. Anything could happen.
Chapter Seven
Reese
The entire drive downtown, my thoughts are consumed with Ava. I hate leaving her in the hotel room, but there is no way Leon Anderson can even get a sniff of her. Even her presence here would be enough to aggravate him. And I’m not arrogant enough to aggravate Leon Anderson more than I need to.
He’s threatening to make trouble in my supply train, and I need to put him in his place once and for all.
Although if Ava had asked me to stay with her in that hotel room, I would have let the entire business go to the dogs for one taste of her.
My cock aches for relief, and I shuffle in the seat, trying to ease the pressure that’s been building since she first walked into my office and then almost exploded when I watched her come on my personal jet. If she hadn’t been so spaced out on Xanax, I would have taken her then and there.
But my petite firecracker hasn’t caught up yet with what this ‘thing’ is between us. She doesn’t know yet that she’s it for me. She’s hot and cold, fighting her feelings for me, but she’ll get there eventually. She’ll realize she’s in love with me. Because yeah, I am that arrogant.
I pull up across the road from Viper Girls just as my phone rings.
My heart misses a beat when Ava’s name appears on the screen.
“You missing me already, baby?”
She huffs down the phone and I chuckle silently.
“Don’t make me regret this decision.”
I’m not sure what it is, but I love riling her up. I can imagine her green eyes narrowing, the huffy pout of her lips… My dick jumps to attention, straining against my pants. Christ, I need to stop fantasizing about Ava or the doorman at the club’s going to think I’m packing.
“I’ll do it.” Her words bring me back to the present, and for a wild moment, I think she’s agreeing to getting down on her knees and…
“I’ll model for you.”
She says it quickly like she could change her mind at any moment. I take a shaky breath as I run my hand through my hair. Modeling. She’s agreeing to model. Nothing else… yet.
“I knew you’d come around.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh. “I might change my mind so don’t presume anything, jerkwad.”
I chuckle at the insult. I’ve been called a lot of things but never jerkwad. It’s almost cute coming from her mouth.
“I prefer it when you call me Sir.” I pitch my voice low like a purr and am rewarded when she sucks in a breath.
I imagine her eyes widening and her pussy dampening as she battles with herself, trying not to give in to her attraction to me.
“There’s a condition,” she stammers.
It better be something to do with having to test out all the toys with me first.
“Go on.”
“That million dollars you mentioned…”