Page 18 of Enemy Boss

“In some ways though, I think it must be harder knowing you had a good father who cared about you and who died than just having a deadbeat who doesn’t want you,” I say.

“I think both are hard but in different ways,” Cullen says. “And your dad is an idiot, because only an idiot wouldn’t want you.”

He looks into my eyes as he speaks, and his voice is low and gravelly. I feel a shiver of desire run through me and my pussy tightens. God he is hot when he does that whole alpha male thing. He holds my gaze and I squirm in my seat. I can feel heat flooding my face and chest and I know that my breathing has changed, coming in light little pants. I want him so badly in that moment that I know if he took me by the hand and led me outside, I would follow him home and let him fuck my brains out.

The tinkling sound of broken glass cuts through the pub and a quiet cheer goes up as the bartender drops and breaks a glass. The sudden burst of noise breaks the moment between Cullen and me and he looks away from me. I find I can breathe normally again, and I swallow away the remaining lust I feel for him. I won’t let myself go there again.

“Another drink,” Cullen says, starting to rise.

“No,” I say. It comes out a little bit too loud and Cullen glances around before dropping back into his seat. I feel my face flush again, this time from embarrassment, but I press on. “I have to go. I said one drink and you already made it two.”

“Third time’s the charm,” Cullen says with a grin.

I can’t help but return his grin, but I shake my head.

“No honestly, I really do have to go. Thank you though, I enjoyed this,” I say.

I put my jacket on as I speak and I get up quickly before Cullen can try to persuade me to stay, but I know that given the opportunity, he will try it, and I also know that I won’t be able to resist him for much longer. It’s hard enough now, but I won’t give in. At the moment, I am the one in control here, the one with the power, but if I keep giving in, it won’t be long before I end up getting hurt instead. I know I won’t be able to stop myself from falling for Cullen if I keep letting myself hook up with him, and I know that’s where this night will end up if I stay here any longer.

“Me too,” Cullen says, accepting that he is beat. He stands up and takes my hand and kisses the back of it and then looks up at my face. “Next time I won’t let you go so easily.”

Goosebumps chase each other deliciously up and down my spine.

“Who says there will be a next time?” I say, my voice low and breathy.

“There will be a next time. Make no mistake about that,” Cullen says, a wicked gleam in his eye as he smiles at me. “Good night, Max.”

“Good night,” I repeat and then I turn away and head for the door of the bar. It takes everything I have not to rush and not to look back, but I think I do quite well at nailing the casual saunter to the door, like I’m not affected by Cullen’s statement, like I’m not dripping wet and like my clit isn’t pulsing with need.

I step out of the bar and the door closes behind me and some of the hold Cullen has over me dissipates a little bit. I find that I can at least breathe normally, but my pussy isn’t ready to let me get away that easily and by the time I reach my car and get in and start up the engine, I’m already planning on going home, getting straight in the bath, and taking care of the need for release that hasn’t stopped building up inside of me.

Chapter 13

Max

Ihold out my wine glass and Harriet tops it up with the last of the rose wine. This is our second shared bottle, and we have about an hour before our cab is due to take us to the club. I’m pretty sure I have some vodka we can drink that the wine is gone though so all is not lost.

“I wish I could get away with wearing a dress like that,” Harriet says, nodding towards me.

I glance down at my outfit. I’m wearing a short white dress with cutout pieces on the sides and on the belly and back. The dress is essentially a bra top attached to a skirt by a few thin bits of material. I have paired the dress with silver strappy shoes with high heels and I’m wearing my hair down and wavy.

“You easily could,” I tell Harriet. “You have a gorgeous figure.”

It’s true – she really does. I look across at her taking in her slim figure, her pert breasts, and her blonde curly hair. She’s wearing a pair of black trousers and a red, plunge neck top.

“I just don’t feel right in a dress. They aren’t exactly me,” she replies.

“You would get used to wearing them and then they would feel like you,” I say.

Her cellphone rings before she can argue with me, and she glances at it.

“It’s Sam. She was talking about meeting us in the club,” she says.

“Cool,” I say.

I haven’t really seen any of my friends except Harriet since I moved, and I’m glad she talked me into going clubbing tonight and I’m happy to hear that I’ll also get to see Sam.

“Our cab isn’t booked for another hour,” I hear Harriet say. She pauses and listens. “Shit.” She looks at me and pulls the cellphone away from her face. “Sam is already in a cab. She thought we would be on our way by now. Can I tell her to come join us here?”

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