Page 55 of Her Boss

I didn’t tell him what the imagery of what he could do to me once he had me all to himself did to my insides, my clit suddenly so hard and throbbing it took all my willpower not to squeeze my thighs together right there in front of him.

I just watched him, wishing I could read his thoughts. I wanted anything that would give us a chance.

While I thrilled at the idea of being his little captive up in some forgotten cabin in the woods—the stuff of some of my dirtiest, most long-held fantasies—I couldn’t shake the fear that a relationship with a man I should hate was doomed from the start. What if all we had was sex?

Was that enough for me? Was that enough for him?

I was growing ever more fascinated with him, in spite of—and perhaps because of—the fact that Rick was bad news for a girl like me.

But when you think with your pussy, all problems are mere details. Right?

What if what I was actually looking for was bad news?

Rick finally glanced over at me. “Seriously though. I may have an idea or two on where we might stay. If it actually comes to that.”

I gently bounced the side of my shoe off the oiled-timber post of the guardrail, all the while breathing in the refreshing, clean air. I was trying to pull off nonchalance, but secretly hanging on his every word, reading into the tiniest change of the tone of his voice. “Okay…”

“I looked up a few before coming out here. The listings were… a little vague. I think we know now why that might be.”

I laughed softly, nodding, trying to play it cool. The images of what we’d seen would probably play for many days in my head.

But was I truly scared of what we saw? Or was it something much, much different than fear affecting me deep down inside?

“The one I’m leaning toward is a bit of a drive up from town—maybe five, six miles away? There’s a small lake up there. Goose Lake, I think it’s called. I’ll have to look it up again. Cottage, winding little gravel driveway, all screened by trees, mostly. Can’t see much of anything from the road. But in the back of the property, it’s got a helluva view of the river. Might work pretty well, actually.”

The vista of the White River was something almost otherworldly in its beauty, and I smiled at the notion of having such views greet me every morning.

Sure beats the living shit out of the city.

“Anyway, it’s nothing but dense forest for miles around the lake. Worse places to go to disappear from the world. I don’t know. Something to kick around.”

The sun glinted golden fire off the surface of the river, evoking an almost dancing visual effect. It was remarkable, and I found it was impossible not to stare at the mesmerizing display.

“What’s wrong with it?” I asked with a resigned sigh.

There was always a catch.

Rick tugged at the cuff of his shirt. “It’s pretty small. Looks like three rooms, including the bathroom, plus a tiny galley kitchen. It’s high enough up, though, that most people wouldn’t even brave the area until spring. Probably a lot of snow, even more than the town sees. So, we’d be all alone up there. Most of the time.” Rick flashed a wolfen smile at me. “Just the way I like it. But we need to get going.”

I took one last glance across the river, closing my eyes for a moment. Committing the sight and smell of the countryside to memory, I made my way back to the car.

Already slipping his long form behind the wheel, he held his hand out to me. “Come on, silly girl.”

Reflexively, I nearly spat an acid retort at him. But something else very, very unsettling happened instead.

A trickle of itchy heat slipped between the lips of my sex at the tone, the casual diminution of the term… doing things to me.

Doing things? What’s gotten into you?

I rubbed my face. “This town… it’s got me all out of sorts.”

He winked. “I know the feeling. Makes me want to come back. And soon.”

As he gunned the engine, the Audi fishtailing slightly, twin rooster tails of gravel flying up behind us until we bumped back up onto the blacktop, I took one last, long look at the gorgeous river.

With what little I’d actually seen, I should have wanted to put a thousand miles between myself and White Valley.

Why do you lie to yourself?

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