Page 10 of Playing with the Boss

I grab her wrist as she reaches for her purse. “Wait.”

A second passes before she finds the strength to look at me.

The desire remains in her eyes.

“We’ll cancel going out and grab a drink at the hotel bar instead,” I say. “We’ll do what I said and go talk about your job. About how you can keep it.”

She’s not going to like this one little bit.

“I’d rather go home if my career hinges on whether I give sexual favors or not.”

Especially if she thinks that. “No. Of course, it doesn’t.” Although I’d willingly take whatever she offered.

The doubts are clear as day in the furrow of her brow. “One drink, still at Delaney’s, and we’ll get something light to eat.” Her gaze searches mine before she adds. “But please, Mason. This is important to me, so I’d appreciate if you could separate what just happened here, whatever this is between us”—she gestures back and forth with her hand—“and focus on helping me keep my job. Okay?”

“I promise.”

We’ll talk shop, and then I’ll fuck her.

Because whatever happens tonight, I will fuck her.