Page 22 of Tempted By the Bosshole

“Good people don’t force someone to have sex with them.”

“They don’t. But tell me, are you really going to be able to resist Nathan Price when he drops his clothes, puts his head between your legs, and makes you scream down the ceiling?”

Jen’s words make me blush, both because the visual that accompanies her words is arousing…and because she’s not wrong. “Okay, he’s hot. Having sex with him is hardly a chore. But that doesn’t mean I want to marry him. And what am I if I let this man do whatever he wants to me in bed?”

“A woman without an orgasm deficit?”

“Do you think of anything besides sex?” I huff.

“You’ve known me long enough to answer that question.”

She’s right. Unless it’s new clothes or celebrity gossip, she doesn’t think a lot about much else. Well, except her friends. She is unfailingly loyal. She’s also, despite her seemingly shallow interests, deeply practical. Jen has a huge heart.

Maybe she has a point about my situation. What are my more appealing options? I could quit my job, but then what? I’d be poorer, and I’d still have to put out for a man who’s using me. My first student loan payments are coming due soon, and I need a place to live…

“I’m scared.”

“Do you think he’d hurt you physically? Like beat you?”

As underhanded as his threats are, my gut tells me he’s a protector. “No.”

But emotionally? Sexually? Nathan Price has the power to destroy me.

“You’re braver and stronger than you think. Seriously, blow his mind—and any other part of him you can—in bed. He’ll soften—except his cock. And all the while, you’ll have a cushy place to live. I’d call that a win-win. Roll with it, girl. See what happens.”

“You’re crazy.” But even if that’s true, I don’t have a choice.

Looks like I’ll be at the mercy of my hot, ruthless bastard of a boss for the foreseeable future…

CHAPTER SIX

An hour after my panicked call to Jen, Mr. Price—Nathan—got a text from Mr. Force, our CEO. By nightfall, he was on a plane to Tokyo. Not without seducing me again first, of course.

I tried holding out. I tried clinging to my anger. I tried resisting him.

I failed miserably.

During our night together, he learned my body well. He knew precisely where to touch me and how. He whispered the words I craved and looked at me as if I mattered. And stupidly, I fell for it.

Then, suitcase in hand, he was gone.

Since then, I’ve had four days to scrounge work clothes from Jen’s closet and to think.

My number one takeaway? I can’t be a coward. If he’s crazy enough to force me to marry him, I’ll show him I’m crazy enough to make his life hell. His grudge is with Dad, and I’m not paying for my father’s mistakes with my body or my future. And if Nathan insists on making me miserable, I’ll take him down with me.

Will you? Really?

I hate my inner voice…but I fear it has the better grasp of reality. I melted for Nathan the first time he kissed me. Each time he puts his hands on me, my will to withstand him evaporates. I lose my clothes, spread my legs, and beg him to take me in every filthy-dirty way he wants.

At least the sex will be good in our marriage.

Totally not the point.

I snort and dive back into an email reply to Kate Hennessey-Hunt, keeping up with the work pouring in while Nathan is gone. But I’d rather be busy than fixating on when he’ll be back—and what he’ll expect.

Suddenly, I hear a familiar growl behind me. “My office, Ms. Shay. Now.”

With a startled yelp, I whirl and spot Nathan wearing an impeccable charcoal suit and tearing a path down the hall.

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