Page 6 of Enemy Boss

With that in mind, I get out of the bed slowly, trying not to jiggle the mattress. When I’m back to standing on solid ground, I glance back over my shoulder. Cullen hasn’t moved and I say a silent thank you and then I go over to where my underwear and dress have been thrown. I step into the panties, wishing I could go commando rather than wear yesterday’s panties again, but my dress is too short for me to dare to do that. I pull my panties up and then I put my bra back on and finally, I pull my dress back on. I turn around to get my shoes and purse and I sneak towards the bedroom door, carrying my shoes for now as well as my purse.

I reach the door and put my hand out to press down on the handle and open it. I am almost touching the handle when Cullen speaks from behind me.

“I see you’re leaving without saying goodbye,” he says.

Dammit. I cringe inside, but I turn towards Cullen and smile, hoping I can be brazen enough to pull off the lie that’s formed in my mind.

“I didn’t want to wake you up,” I say.

“And yet here we are,” Cullen says with a grin that makes my stomach flip.

“Yes,” I agree.

The silence stretches out between us, and Cullen keeps watching me. I can feel his eyes on me and knowing how much of me he saw last night I feel myself starting to blush. Cullen’s grin widens and I don’t know what to say so I end up blurting out the truth.

“I don’t know what to say or do at this point. I don’t usually go home with strangers like this, and I have no idea what the etiquette is,” I say.

“Yeah right,” Cullen says.

“Excuse me?” I say, sure I have misheard him. Hoping that I have misheard him, because if not, he is practically calling me a slut.

“Oh, come on Max. I talk to you outside of a club for five minutes and you come home with me, and you expect me to believe you don’t do this regularly? The way you tried to sneak out speaks volumes, as does how good the sex was,” he says.

I’m staring at him, the horror that he thinks of me that way slowly being replaced by temper. Cullen laughs softly.

“There’s no need to look like that. I’m not judging you for enjoying sex, I’m just saying you don’t need to lie about it. Own your truth Max,” Cullen says.

I can feel my temper rising. Cullen’s condescending tone and the half smile still on his face makes me want to punch him. I settle instead for words.

“I am owning my truth. And my truth is I don’t usually do this. If you don’t believe me then whatever, but that doesn’t make it any less true,” I snap. “You have no right to sit there and judge me. Yes, I came home with a stranger, but you brought a stranger home. You’re not better than me.”

“I didn’t say I was better than you. I am more than aware that I brought a stranger home, but I am not the one who is in denial,” Cullen says. “I don’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of.”

I want to throw something at him, the way he speaks with that cocky little half smile on his smug, gorgeous face. I can’t believe I thought that smile was attractive last night. I want to knock it clean off his self-assured little face. I think about throwing one of my shoes at him, but I like these shoes and I really don’t want to leave one behind and I think the effect would be lost if I threw a shoe at him and then came back to retrieve it.

“Fuck you Cullen,” I say.

I open the door and storm out, slamming it behind me. It’s not quite closed before I hear Cullen laughing and saying, ‘you already did that’.

Ugh, he’s so damned annoying.

I march down the stairs and stop at the front door long enough to put my shoes on. I open the door and step outside and slam that door too for good measure. I have no idea where I am, and I set off walking in what I hope is the right direction for home. I will call for a cab once I am somewhere I recognize.

Chapter 5

Cullen

“What’s wrong with you?” my brother, Liam, shouts over the music that pumps through the club.

“Nothing,” I shout back. “Why?”

“You keep looking at the door and you seem on edge. Are you in some sort of trouble?” Liam shouts.

He thinks I’m expecting a fight. Should I tell him the truth? Nah. He’ll think I’m crazy turning up at this club like this in the hopes that she’ll be here. Yes, Max is a judgmental snob. Yes, she is kind of stuck up when she isn’t caught up in the moment. But she’s also the hottest girl I’ve ever seen with thick and shiny long brown hair and the freckles across her nose and cheek bones which she attempts to hide with makeup but doesn’t quite manage to do so. Her eyes are a gorgeous hazel color and I can’t forget how good she looked underneath me, her face screwed up as she came and came hard.

That night with Max was the best sex I have ever had, and I have had more than my fair share of it. She seemed to lose any inhibitions she had and just enjoy the moment and I loved that. It made me feel free to pleasure her and to take pleasure from her in a way I have never felt able to do before. Mind you, she soon proved she wasn’t a free spirit in the way I thought she was the next morning.

That doesn’t stop me from wanting to see her again. I mean I don’t want to date her or anything like that. She is spoiled and would be so high maintenance. But I want another night like last week with her. I know it won’t happen though.

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