Page 38 of Falling for the Boss's Son

She chuckled. If she were being honest, she wasn’t sure she did either. Which was unusual for her. She’d known Jesse less than two weeks. Normally, she’d never consider sleeping with him this soon, but whenever he kissed her, she lost all sense of reason.

He kissed the top of her head. “How are you doing?”

It took her a moment to realize what he was asking. “I’m better now.”

He smiled. “Are you ready to go, or would you like to change first?”

Glancing down at her outfit, Cassie knew she should change. Her three-piece suit didn’t exactly scream dinner date. It was more along the lines of a business lunch. “I should probably change.”

Jesse took a step back, making sure she was steady on her feet, then took her hand and led her into the building. He waited in the living room while she changed.

When she emerged from her bedroom, Jesse scanned her from head to toe. She’d opted for a spring dress since he’d said they were going somewhere casual. It had spaghetti straps, a low neckline, and it showed off her figure.

His eyes darkened and she felt something low in her belly. Maybe she should tell him she didn’t want to go slow, beg him to take her to her bedroom and strip her naked.

The thought was appealing, but then there was the whole dominance and submission thing to consider.

She was still contemplating her options when Jesse groaned. Before she could react, he took her hand and led her out the door.

* * *

Jesse blew out a breath to calm himself before opening his door and sliding behind the wheel. He’d never had an issue finding women. Not women to date or women to sleep with. None of them, however, had made him feel as out of control as Cassie did. He wanted to claim her in every way. Screw the consequences.

If it were only sex, that could be dealt with. Sexual attraction came in various forms and intensities. But this was on a whole other level. He both wanted to know everything about her and simultaneously wanted to fuck her and never let her leave his bed. That hadn’t happened to him before.

Not wanting to deal with a whole lot of people in a restaurant, Jesse drove to the park. It was a place he liked to come to when he needed to be alone with his thoughts. It had gardens, a lake, and plenty of benches where one could sit and process whatever problem or situation was plaguing them.

“I haven’t been here in years,” Cassie said as they made their way over to two food trucks parked in the opposite side of the parking lot.

Jesse guided her over to one. “Joe has the best hot dogs.”

“Do you come here a lot?”

“I come here when I need to think.” Normally, he wouldn’t admit that to someone he was dating, but he wanted Cassie to know.

“There was a lake near my dad’s house I used to go to sometimes. Especially, in the first couple of years after my parents’ divorce.”

He noticed Cassie referred to her dad a lot. She’d told him about her family, including her younger brothers, but family wasn’t at the top of his mind right now. “How did the rest of your day go?”

Cassie shrugged as she took a bite of her hot dog. “A lot of nosy people, but no one said anything directly to me. I know they were talking behind my back, but I tried to ignore them.”

“They’ll get over it eventually.”

He received no response.

“Cass, I know this will be difficult at first. People like to gossip. They’ll move on to other things once they realize it isn’t a big deal. We’re just two people who happen to be dating.”

“I’m not sure some of them will ever see it like that. There’s always going to be a question as to whether one of us is getting special treatment because your dad owns the company.” She met his gaze. “I knew it was going to happen, but I naively hoped since I’d been there for so long and they all know me that they wouldn’t make such a big deal of it.”

Jesse took her hand and moved it into his lap. “If it gets to be too much, I want you to tell me.”

“There’s nothing you can do.”

“Cassie.” His tone conveyed how he felt about her dismissal. Even though they hadn’t discussed the specifics of the power dynamic part of their blooming relationship, he was still a Dominant. Open communication was a critical part of a power exchange. It was best she understood that from the beginning.

She held his gaze for a long moment before looking across the lake. “I’ve been doing some research.” The breeze ruffled her hair, lifting it away from her neck, and she tucked a strand behind her ear. “How long have you”—her gaze took in their surroundings, making sure no one was close by—“been into dominance and submission?”

He was pleased she’d brought up the subject and that she’d caught on to the fact it wasn’t her boyfriend who had been insisting on her telling him if things got worse at work. “I began dabbling in college, but I didn’t do much besides some basic scenes until I moved to Europe.”

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