Page 19 of Enemy Boss

I know I should say no, but the alcohol and the rush of thoughts of our friendship have warmed me and made me less cautious, and I find myself nodding my head.

“Sure, but make sure she knows not to tell anyone where I live now,” I say.

Harriet nods her agreement.

“Hey,” she says. “Yeah, it’s fine for you to come to Max’s new place. Remember to keep the address private though yeah.” She gives her my address. “The lock on the main door is broken so just come straight up. We’re on the second floor. See you soon.” She ends the call and turns her attention back to me. “You should really get on to your landlord to get that door fixed you know.”

I snort out a half laugh and a half annoyed sigh.

“I wish it was that simple. My landlord owns this apartment and one of the others in the building, and the rest belong to several other landlords and none of them are willing to take responsibility for the door,” I say.

“Well surely it’s their joint responsibility and therefore they should share the cost,” Harriet says.

“Well, that would be the sensible way, but one of the landlords insists he knows who broke it and it was nothing to do with his tenant so why should he pay? And then another one says his tenants aren’t complaining about it so why should he pay? And then the rest of them, my own landlord included, refuse to pay towards the repair unless everyone does,” I say.

“Oh God, what a shit show,” Harriet says.

“Tell me about it,” I say.

“Sam’s taking her time isn’t she,” I say after a few more minutes pass by.

Harriet nods her head and drains her drink. She gets up and heads for the bathroom. I drain my own drink and go to the kitchen. I hunt through my cupboards until I find the bottle of vodka that I thought I had nestled away. It’s three quarters full so it should last us. I grab a bottle of fizzy orange soda from the fridge and get an extra glass for when Sam arrives. I go back to living room with it all and I’m pouring myself a large drink when the front door opens and Sam bursts in.

“Let’s get the party started,” she says, and she whoops and holds up a carrier bag she’s holding. It is almost see-through, and I can see the brightly colored test tube shots inside it.

“I stopped off for a few shots,” she explains unnecessarily.

I get up and hug Sam and then sit back down and make her and Harriet a drink. Sam takes hers and has a big gulp. She grimaces.

“Jesus that’s strong,” she says.

Before I can ask if she would like some extra soda in it, she takes another drink and I figure it can’t be that bad. Harriet comes back in and grins when Sam shows her the test tube shots. Sam gets the shots out of the bag and puts them on my coffee table and gestures towards them.

“Don’t be shy,” she says.

I grab a green shot and Harriet and Sam both go for blue. We open them and clink the test tubes together and then we take the shots. Mine is apple flavored and it’s surprisingly nice although it burns my throat on the way down and I follow it with a big gulp of my vodka and orange soda.

By the time the next hour passes by, and our cab arrives, the vodka is almost gone. And the shots are completely gone. I’m feeling pleasantly tipsy and more than ready to dance the night away.

Chapter 14

Max

As I dance, I become vaguely aware of someone watching me. I look across the crowded dance floor and as my eyes meet a pair of beautiful dark brown ones, it’s as if the rest of the club, hell the rest of the world, falls away.

Cullen walks towards me, his eyes holding me in place the whole time. He stops when he is within touching distance of me. He doesn’t speak and neither do I. We just stare at each other, and I can feel my breath hitching in my chest. Cullen takes the last step and closes the gap between us. Before I even register his movement properly, his hands are in my hair and his lips are on mine.

I melt into his kiss, my lips moving with his, desperate for him to keep on kissing me like this. I wrap my arms around his waist and run my hands up his back, pressing him more firmly against me. I can feel his semi-hard cock pressed up against my stomach and I want him inside of me now. My clit pulses in time with the beat of the music and I kiss Cullen even more hungrily, moaning into his mouth as he strokes my cheek.

Finally, we pull apart and we stand looking at each other. I don’t want Cullen to know the intense, dizzying effect he has had on me. At least not yet. I smirk at him.

“Stalker much?” I say.

“Dance with me,” he says, ignoring my question.

I want to say hell no, he’s not ordering me around like that, but the truth is, the command makes my pussy wet and I am powerless to do anything but let him take my hand and spin me around. I’m always aware of Cullen’s body whenever we are in the same room together (and sometimes when we are not), but in this moment when we are moving together, I am hyper aware of his physical presence and how it makes me feel. My skin tingles and my lips crave his kiss. I find myself wrapping my arms around Cullen’s shoulders and pulling his face down to mine. I press my lips against his and I relax my body against him when he kisses me back, his hands on my lower back.

Finally, we break apart and I notice a man standing to the side of us grinning in our direction. He approaches us now that we have finished our kiss.

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