Page 4 of Bossed By The Boggart

I know the bastard is taunting me, goading me into action, but I can’t help myself. When pushed into a corner, I tend to act…stupidly.

Which is exactly what happens when my hand snaps out to shake his. An electric current sparks between us from the contact, and I yank back, wondering if this happens every time he touches someone.

“Excellent. I so look forward to winning.”

With this, he stands up and starts to saunter out of the conference. I bite my tongue, hard enough that I taste blood, but it’s not enough to keep me quiet.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”

Mr. Ettin stops, turning slowly, that damned smirk in place that turns my blood into a raging inferno of fury and need.

“A kiss.”

Everything around me freezes. Time stands still and all I can do is stare in horror because I’ve—once again—underestimated my enemy.

Fuck, I have to win this bet.

CHAPTER TWO

BASH

As soon as the word ‘kiss’ echoes between us, Wyn retreats a tiny step back, her mouth making this perfect ‘O’ shape that sends a tightness straight to my tarse, which jerks to attention.

The illicit thrill of the chase zips through me along with a primal hunger. Her eyes widen like she can sense the need pulsing through me.

But I don’t worry about Wyn backing down from our bet.

She’s a firecracker, not to mention the most competitive person I’ve ever come across. I knew it the second I interviewed her for the position of marketing specialist here at Boggleworks.

From the first day I met Wyn, I was drawn to her—to her passion, fierceness, and determination—and I haven’t been able to stop imagining kissing those pouty lips of hers.

At first, I thought my attraction to her was temporary, something I’d get over…that was ten months ago. Since then, I’ve only grown more and more captivated.

She never backs down from me, not only as her boss but as a boggart, as well. Whereas most people—especially humans—fear me or fall at my feet, Wyn stands tall and glares daggers at me.

The vixen fights me every step of the way, but I wouldn’t want her any other way. There’s a mystery to her that I long to unravel—a challenge that I’m too eager to solve.

What makes her laugh?

What are her fantasies?

A rumble rolls through me, and my grin widens at her quick intake of breath. This gorgeous creature doesn’t even know the effect she has on me.

Her bronze skin glows like it’s lit from within, and Wyn’s thick, chestnut hair drapes around her face, accenting her cheekbones.

And although her curves call to me in a way no human’s has before, it’s not just her beauty that intrigues me—it’s the challenge of getting to crack through her tough exterior.

I’ve memorized the dark brown of her eyes and how they seem to shine whenever Wyn’s excited about a project, but beyond that, her expression remains stoic.

As if she won’t allow the world around her to glimpse the hidden depths of her personality.

The first time she breezed into my office, so full of confidence and determination, she barely even blinked.

Maybe she was nervous, but even then, I didn’t sense anything but calm from her—and as a boggart, I’m highly in tune with people’s sense of fear.

Wyn didn’t have a degree, let alone any experience, but her attitude alone is what made me decide to hire her. It was a jackpot move.

With her help, my company has flourished, but no matter how hard I try to get closer to Wyn, she remains guarded.

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