Page 20 of Her Boss

“Give her a chance, Rick. She’s young and inexperienced, sure, but she’s very smart. More than that, I know you’ll show her what she needs to know. And I’m positive she’ll keep her mouth shut about it.”

“We still talking about my business here?”

Chester paused a beat. “I think we understand one another just fine.”

I blew out a breath. The fact was I couldn’t truly say no to Chester Nantes, and that wasn’t just because he was a connected man. I owed him. Sure, he owed me more than one favor too, but it didn’t really work like that.

We both knew I didn’t have a truly solid reason not to take her on for at least a while. I just had a very bad feeling about it, despite how good her round little ass looked bent over and trembling upon my desk.

Fuck.

My cock was a twisted mass of discomfort in the confines of my slacks, my erection not flagging one bit ever since the subject of Geneva Nantes had been brought up.

Well, maybe there’s something there, dipshit? You gonna run from it like a scared little bitch?

For some odd reason it wasn’t just our differences in age that turned me on—though that was fucked up enough. I wasn’t at all given to being attracted to someone two whole decades my junior. But it had happened, nonetheless.

More than that though, it was how petite she was, that being next to her made me feel like some evil brute, her very slightness contrasted with my huge size arousing me in a way I’d never experienced before. She couldn’t have been much more than five feet nothing. Next to my 6′4″ it was like I was some kind of fucking giant. It was something that I didn’t know could turn me on. But there it was.

There was something else to it too, and it was an aspect of my attraction that was thus far a mystery to me. It was this feeling of almost protectiveness, possessiveness, and this need to not see her hurt.

“I live a rough life. You know it. I know it. I care about the girl—which means I don’t want her exposed to it.”

“You wouldn’t know caring if it punched you in the fucking head, Trafford.”

Until the moment Geneva had walked through my office door, I’d probably have believed Nantes. But it was real. That need to protect her… it was manifesting itself in odd ways. Such as the conversation I was having at that very moment.

I wonder what Nantes would think if you told him you’re trying to protect his sweet little niece… from you?

“I don’t know…”

“Look, test her if you need to. See if what I’m telling you about her checks out. If she fails, send her back, no questions asked.”

“Test her? How?”

“If I know you as well as I think I do, I’d guess you’re already way ahead of me on that count.” Chester coughed. “I don’t care how you do it. You’re a smart boy. You’ll figure it out.”

“Do I have your word that if I think she’s not going to work, and I tell her to hit the bricks, that you’ll be okay with it? No… issues?”

“Rick, come on…”

“Your word, Nantes.”

Chester may not have been a good man, but he was one who kept his word, no matter what. Which was why it was so rare that he gave it. I had no choice though. I needed the man to bless this… whatever this was.

“Yes,” Chester said, finally. “She’ll be good for you. You’ll see. Just give her a chance.”

The line went dead then, and I dumped my phone onto my desk. Rubbing a hand across my forehead, I went over the options in my mind. I could play things cool and pretend what I’d just done to her hadn’t happened.

Or I could listen to the agonizing, insistent demands of my cock—and do something quite different.

One course would keep me safe from the depredations—and possible vengeance—of one Chester Nantes.

The other course wouldn’t do anything of the sort.

“All you had to do was say no, Rick,” I muttered bitterly to myself. “The smart thing. The safe thing.” I snatched up my phone, dialing Brooke’s number. I was going to give Geneva the rest of the day off. “But instead, you have to choose the other thing.”

Nothing good ever comes from listening to your cock.

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