Page 35 of Bossed By the Orc

Tipping my chin up in defiance, I watched a spark of amusement cross his expression. Annoyed with him and myself, I looked away, a small huff of indignation leaving me.

Stomping toward the SUV, I tried to open the door, but my hand collided with Dristan’s. He was right behind me, his big body radiating heat against my back. I swallowed hard, side-stepping and allowing him to open the door for me without an argument.

I was pretty sure that if I opened my mouth while he was so close, I’d release a whimper and where would be the dignity in that? Settling into my seat, I glanced toward the open door where Dristan was lounging—just watching me. I refused to acknowledge him, grabbing my phone and pretending to fiddle with it instead. A little amused grunt sounded from next to me before Dristan shut the door and made his way to the driver’s side.

The trip to the office was as sweltering and nerve wracking as I assumed it would be. His scent bombarded me the entire time and took me right back to the night before when his head was between my legs. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning as I squirmed in my seat.

Dristan didn’t seem to have that problem as his huge hand skimmed along his thigh. My jaw dropped as I realized he’d just given his cock a tiny massage, the huge shaft pressed along the seam of his pants.

“Oh my Gods,” I murmured, awe lacing my words.

“Hmm?” His questioning sound was so relaxed and sensual that it was everything I could do to stop myself from leaning over and kissing him.

Instead, I fanned myself, staring out of the window, but my mind was squarely on the straining cock next to me.

Was it really so wrong to take a little taste?

I mentally bitchslapped myself—for what felt like the millionth time when it came to this orc.

Focus, hussy. You need this job. And you can’t keep it if you’re fucking the boss.

I ignored the part of my brain that was fighting to inch closer to Dristan. The male was like a walking sun. I kept being dragged into his orbit.

When he parked, I stayed seated since I wasn’t willing to start an argument with him. I had no intention of finding out what kind of fire would burn between us now that we’d been… intimate.

He opened the door for me, smugness etched across his ridiculously handsome face when I was forced to rub against him as I passed, sparks of electricity shooting down the arm that brushed his. Damn him and his sexual intensity. It just wasn’t fair.

By the time we were settled in at his desk, I was almost certain that I needed to have a talk with Dristan. Something that would reset our boundaries and ensure that nothing would go wrong ever again.

Communication was key in a good relationship—working relationship—I quickly corrected myself. And there was no way around it. I spun my chair—his chair—to face him and found him lounging back in his tiny seat, eyes glued to me.

“I think you need a new chair,” I squeaked at him, trying to mentally strangle myself for starting the conversation that way.

He didn’t even blink, nodding at me. “I agree. Order me another one just like yours.”

My brows furrowed at that. “Or you could use this one again. It doesn’t make sense for me to sit here when it’s your chair—”

“You don’t like it?” he cut me off, a domineering eyebrow lifted.

That made me pause. “Oh, I do. It’s really great, but I meant that since this is yours, you should sit here.”

I stood, hovering next to him for an awkward moment when he refused to budge. He folded his massive arms across his equally impressive chest.

“No,” he told me in a succinct tone. “Buy another.”

I bit the insides of my cheeks to keep from snapping back at him. His bossy tone was bothering me today. If he wanted to spend his vast amounts of money on unnecessary purchases, that was his problem. I walked outside to Fionel’s desk, giving him a bright smile.

“Don’t talk to him,” Dristan snapped from inside the office.

Both Fionel and I stared at him in shock. “How would I know what kind of chair to buy?” I asked, incredulity lacing my words.

“The internet,” he insisted and I blinked at Fionel who shrugged at me.

“Okay,” I scoffed, going back to sitting next to Dristan. “But it’ll take me forever.”

“I didn’t give you a time limit, did I?” he growled, glaring out of the open door at the handsome elf. Fionel was grinning back at him.

I didn’t know why he was so angry with the male, but whatever it was, I wasn’t about to get between them. I had enough of my own problems to deal with.

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