Page 9 of Tempted By the Bosshole

He gives me a lascivious once over. “Good. You’re stunning, baby girl. I can’t wait to make you come.”

My stomach dips as he guides me onto the passenger’s seat of a luxury sedan he probably paid six figures for. Then he settles his big body in beside me, commanding the vehicle as he pulls out of the lot and steers me through the night.

“What if…we work together?” It’s a question I should have asked sooner. “I’ve only been at Force Financial for two weeks and?—”

“Have you seen me in the last two weeks?”

“No.”

“At this point, if we worked together, would it really matter to you?”

The way I feel right now? “No.”

“Is there any way you don’t let me fuck you tonight?”

I hate to be too obvious, but after Eric, I don’t want to waste time playing silly games. “No.”

“Then we don’t need to talk until after I give you orgasms.”

CHAPTER THREE

Nathan

At the first stoplight, I glance at my prey, now clutching her little gold purse and staring out the windshield.

Isabella Shay is beautiful—and nervous as fuck. She should be. She’s a walking wet dream I’m going to enjoy defiling.

When Doug was my business partner, I barely saw the girl. She was thirteen, all gawky elbows and a smile full of braces. But now? She has my full attention. Hell, she had my cock throbbing the second I spied her walking into the party. Fucking her both physically and figuratively will be a distinct thrill. And by the time she understands my intentions…it will be far too late.

She’ll be mine.

Should I feel guilty about making the daughter pay for her father’s sins? Probably.

I don’t.

“Do you have anyone at home waiting for you?” I already know she has a live-in boyfriend, and that Eric Meadows is a douchebag.

Is that why she’s so eager to cheat on him? Or is that common practice for her? Not that it matters. From now on, I’ll be the only man in her bed. Even if I’m fucking her over, I’ll treat her better than that asshole.

“No.” She looks down to her lap. “I broke up with my boyfriend just before the party.”

Interesting development. “What did you fight about?”

“I found him in our shower, getting a blow job from our neighbor.” She pastes on a bitter smile. “That’s why I forgot my coat.”

She has zero reason to lie. They’ve been together since high school, and it’s the holidays. She must be devastated…

I’ll give her lots of orgasms for her emotional boo-boo.

“What a bastard.”

Her lips flit up in a ghost of a smile. “See, you figured that out right away. It took me years.”

“I’ve lived a little longer.”

“How old are you? Not that I care, but?—”

“Forty.” A few years younger than her dad. “Does that bother you?”

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