Page 20 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Chapter Nine

Romy

Slowly, my eyes open, and I try to figure out where I am—definitely not my bedroom.

Oh right. Hotel room in Key West.

As I roll over, I realize I’m naked.

Why am I naked?

Oh, right. I slept with Aiden.

My eyes shoot open as I sit straight up, clutching the blanket to my chest.

Holy shit, I had sex with my boss. And I was the one who made the first move. I practically begged him to fuck me. What was I thinking?

I was thinking that he looked hot as hell, and I wondered what it would feel like to have him touch me.

Fucking amazing. That’s how it felt.

My mind wanders for a minute, thinking about how good he made me feel. That whole thing about me never having an Earth-shattering orgasm? I can’t say that anymore. Aiden gave me two.

But how weird is this going to make things now? Am I going to think about his face in between my legs every time I see him? Am I going to think about how thick his dick is while we are trying to work together?

Is this weird for him too? Is that why he snuck out? The other side of the bed looks messy, so I’m guessing he slept in here. Plus, I vaguely remember cuddling after the sex.

What am I thinking? Of course, this is weird for him. I’m his fucking assistant. The one time I’m not quite so awkward and actually have a little bit of game, and I use it on my boss.

Way to go, Romy.

I get up out of the bed and stretch. As I make my way to the bathroom, my vagina is undoubtedly well aware that Aiden was there last night. It’s not painful—more like just a pleasant reminder of his big member with every step I take.

Great. Now, I’ll be thinking about him all day.

When I get to the bathroom, I do my business and decide to take a quick shower before starting the day. I throw my hair up in a messy bun and let the hot water run over me.

Once I shave my legs and wash my body, I dry off and throw on one of the plush robes hanging on the wall.

Steam billows out of the bathroom as I make my way back to the bed.

I about jump out of my skin when there’s a knock at the door. Cracking it open, I see Aiden standing there with two to-go cups of coffee and a small white paper bag.

Stepping out of the way, I let him come in. “I thought you left,” I say.

“Just to the lobby to grab us some breakfast. Oh, and I went to my room to grab a quick shower and a change of clothes.” He sets the bag and one of the cups of coffee down in front of me, and I look him up and down.

Today, he’s in another button-down shirt—this one, a dark gray, and his jeans are also a lighter color. His long hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, and he looks just as sexy as he did last night.

I clear my throat, attempting to get my mind out of the gutter. “I figured you were avoiding me.”

“Why would I do that?” He asks, taking a seat across the table from me.

“Because of what happened last night,” I say softly before taking a sip of my coffee.

He takes a drink out of his own cup. “Oh, sweetheart, I wouldn’t run from that. That was wonderful.”

Goosebumps break out all over my skin, and I’m not sure if they are from Aiden calling me sweetheart or him also thinking it was wonderful.

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