Free The Boss by Abigail Barnette Page A

standing right next to me, totally willing
to do all the nasty things I'd dreamed of. But I had a strict "no
sex with drunk people" policy.
    A slow smile tilted his lips, and the
naughtiness promised in the expression was enough to make goose
bumps stand out on my skin. "Quite right. We've waited six years,
there should be nothing to another... twenty-four hours?"
    "Twenty-four hours?" I echoed, my heart
lodging firmly in my throat. I crossed my arms over my chest,
acutely aware of my hard nipples chafing against my sweater.
    “Twenty-two?” He stepped toward me, his lips
still twisted in a wry grin, and looked down his straight,
classically handsome nose at me. He didn't touch me, but he stood
so close his coat brushed my sleeves. A thrumming, purely sexual
energy throbbed between us. If he'd opened his arms, if he'd made
any move to embrace me, I would have fallen against him gladly,
drunk rule or not. But he didn't. He just gazed down at me
thoughtfully, his eyes moving over my features as though he were
deciphering an intricate code. "I think six years of wanting you is
long enough, Sophie."
    Six years of wanting you . He'd wanted
me, just like I'd wanted him. Relief and tension at the same time
make for a strange sensation. I could think of lots of good reasons
not to let him push me up against the wall and fuck me with all my
clothes on, and none of them seemed good enough.
    My tongue darted out to wet my lips, and I
glanced up. It was easier to make eye contact when I could be
sarcastic and guarded. "Well, now that all that's out of the way...
I would offer you a drink, but I think you've had enough."
    "No, I have a car waiting." He leaned down,
his lips a fraction of a millimeter from mine. "I'll see you
tomorrow, with further instructions."
    He kissed me, far too briefly, and left.
    I stood by the door for a long time,
wondering what exactly had just happened. At the moment, it seemed
like I was getting what I'd hoped for, after six long years of not
hoping very much. At the same time, I'd just agreed to have sex
with my boss, again. Holli's bedroom door opened a crack. "Is it
safe to come out?"
    "I have no idea." I walked on numb legs to
the couch and dropped onto it. I put a couple fingertips to my
bottom lip and smoothed over it slowly. I could still feel him
there, a relentless tingle that echoed all the way down to my very
wet panties.
    "I peeked. Don’t be mad.” She padded into the
living room. “In person, he just looks like a normal... person."
She shrugged.
    "Okay, clearly you've taken your contacts
out, because he's gorgeous." We never, ever agreed on men, mostly
because when Holli was into guys, they looked like they'd just run
away from their Disney Channel contracts.
    "Yeah, I guess. If you're into the daddy
thing." She shrugged.
    It takes different strokes, I guess. "He
could have been horrifically scarred in a chemical fire, and it
wouldn't matter. He just... does something to me."
    "Yeah, naughty, spanky things." Holli's eyes
glittered with lascivious enthusiasm. "What do you think he's going
to do to you this time?"
    "If I stopped and thought about it, I
wouldn't be able to sleep tonight." I probably still wouldn't. How
was I going to get through the night and the next day knowing that
I was about to repeat the most fantastic sex of my life?
    God, I hoped I had a fresh set of
batteries.
    * * * *
    My eyes popped open
before the alarm went off. I'd never been so excited to get to work
in my entire life. Not even on my first day. Not even when Madonna
came in to have lunch with Gabriella last year.
    I wondered if Neil would appreciate the
magnitude of rating higher than Madonna, and covered my face with
my pillow, squealing. I knew had to get myself under control. If I
spent all day swooning over the fact that Neil and I were going to
hook up, I wouldn't bring my A-game to work. I wasn’t about to drop
the ball within days of a huge, surprise take over by new
employers.
    My morning commute was