Page 41 of Falling for the Boss's Son

The reality of the situation began to sink in as they ascended to his floor. The doors opened and the weight of everything seemed to make each step feel heavier than the last. They were really doing this. She was really doing this.

Brie was right. A guy didn’t ask you to sleep over if he didn’t plan on having sex with you. And Jesse didn’t just want sex with her. He wanted kinky sex with her.

Jesse must have felt the change in her mood as they stepped off the elevator. He ran the tips of his fingers over her jaw in a sweet caress. “We’re going to talk. Then you can decide if you want anything more.”

Talk. She could do that. She was good at talking. Most of the time.

Cassie nodded.

He gave her hand a comforting squeeze as they made their way down the hall to his condo.

His place looked the same as it had when she was there two nights ago down to the book lying on his coffee table. “I’m going to put your bag in the spare room.”

She nodded, then caught herself. “Um. The papers…the list…”

He glanced at the bag, then at her. “Dinner first. Then we can discuss the rest.”

Dinner? Would she even be able to eat knowing the stuff they’d be talking about after?

As an answer to her question, her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, and the half of a ham sandwich and chips were long gone.

Jesse returned a few minutes later. “I ordered us Chinese food.” He checked his watch. “It should be here any minute.”

Feeling the need to say something, she went to the only thing she could think of. “How did you know I like Chinese food?”

He smiled and removed two glasses from the cabinet. “I have my sources.”

The only two people who would know her food preferences and would share them with Jesse were her best friend and her boss. She was pretty sure Brie would have mentioned talking to Jesse, which left Jesse’s father.

Shock and embarrassment soared through her at the thought that Jesse had discussed their evening plans with the man who signed her paychecks. “You told your dad about tonight?”

“That we’re having dinner? Yes. Why wouldn’t I?” Jesse asked.

She blanched. “Does he know? About your relationship preferences, I mean?” Flashes of Jesse and his dad discussing the kinky things Jesse wanted to do to her were turning her stomach sour. Would he do that?

Jesse filled the glasses with ice and set them on the counter. “The last conversation I had with my father regarding my sex life was when I was fourteen. It consisted of him handing me a box of condoms and telling me not to get a girl pregnant.” He opened the refrigerator and removed a pitcher of what looked to be water with lemon slices in it, then carried it to the table along with the glasses.

As he set everything down, there was a knock on the door.

She’d been so focused on their conversation, the sound startled her, and she let out a squeak.

Jesse cradled her face with his palm in a comforting gesture. “It’s just the food.”

A few seconds passed before he dropped his hand and went to answer the door.

Cassie was still trying to process everything when he returned with two bags of Chinese food. She could smell the familiar scents of soy sauce and ginger, and it made her stomach growl again. This time, he heard it.

“Have a seat. I’ll get us some plates.”

Starving, she did as he asked and took a seat at the table next to one of the glasses.

He returned a moment later with two plates and silverware. “I prefer real silverware over plastic. The stuff they give you breaks too easy.”

For some reason, her snark decided to make an appearance. “Maybe you’re too rough with it.”

Again, he grinned. “Maybe.”

He seemed to like her snark, although that didn’t seem to fall in line with her research. Didn’t Dominants want submissives to follow their commands?

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