Page 74 of Dear Grumpy Boss

I’d asked him if he’d had sex with her. He hadn’t answered.

Which had been answer enough.

It didn’t matter, not really, except I couldn’t help wondering if I’d been a consolation prize last night when he couldn’t have Marisol.

Cherise shook her head. “I shouldn’t have said anything. You’re so easy to talk to, I forgot you work for him for a minute.”

I reached out, squeezing her upper arm. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I work for his company, nothim, you know? I don’t think you said anything wrong anyway.”

Her lips were pressed tight with worry. “It was gossip about my boss.”

“Harmless,” I assured her. “Can you introduce me to a few people? Would that be okay?”

She tore her gaze from Weston, still frowning. It took her a moment to snap out of her worry. “Oh, sure. No problem.”

I met up with the suits in the parking lot. We had one more visit to make today and an hour drive to get there. Weston scanned me from head to toe then spun around and headed toward his car. I stayed back, watching to see what would happen while expecting to be stuck with Dev and Jeff again.

As expected, Marisol walked straight to Weston’s car. As she reached for the door, he cleared his throat.

“Actually, Elise will be riding with me today.”

Everyone seemed to hold their breath, waiting for him to offer more of an explanation, but he swiveled on his sleek, fancy shoes, brushing past Marisol and opening the passenger door. When I didn’t move, he raised an eyebrow and gestured for me to get in.

Marisol also hadn’t moved, forcing me to slide by her. Weston laid a hand on the center of my back and waited until I was seated to carefully close my door. I watched Marisol speaking to him in the side-view mirror, but Weston quickly dismissed whatever she said and walked away.

Climbing into the seat next to me, he checked his mirrors and drove out of the parking lot, Dev, Jeff, and Marisol still standing there.

“I don’t think she’s happy.”

Weston hummed. In agreement? It was hard to tell.

“How was your visit?” he asked, changing the subject. His superpower.

“Interesting. You should send Cherise a whole Andes wardrobe. She takes a lot of pictures of her hikes for her social media. She has over thirty-thousand followers on Insta. It would be really good advertising.”

He turned his head and gave me a disconcertingly warm smile. “Can you email Renata Cherise’s information? She’ll take care of it.”

“Already done.”

He reached over the console to squeeze my leg. “Very nice work, Elise.”

“Thank you.”

His hand remained, inching higher. I was wearing pants, so I didn’t know where he thought he was going.

“Weston—”

“Shhh.”

He reached the top of my thighs and slid inward, tucking his fingers into the rounded crease at the apex, grunting with satisfaction as he nestled in.

“I like this.” He curled his fingers into my flesh, testing the give. “I’m going to be putting my face here later.”

“Oh, are you?”

I tried for haughty, but that was difficult with Weston appreciating a part of my body I wasn’t sureIeven liked.

“I am.”

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