Page 31 of Beauty and the Boss Man

I let Romy finish getting ready while I run downstairs to get us some coffee.

Thankfully, the line isn’t long, and when I get back, Romy is all ready to head out.

Today, she’s wearing a floral tank top with a pretty necklace attached to it and a pair of black jeans. She looks beautiful—as usual.

“What’s on the agenda today?” I ask.

Although I already know which seminar I’m attending this morning, I know Romy has an entire schedule all written up. And sure enough, she walks over to the table and grabs a folder off of it. She opens it and pulls out a neatly typed itinerary.

Her eyes glance over the sheet. “You are going to How to Maximize your Staff, and I’m going to How toAcquire Repeat Customers.

“Both of them sound thrilling,” I tease.

“No joke. After that, there’s some sort of team-building mixer thing.”

“That’s even worse.”

She giggles. “Agreed. But we are here. We might as well learn everything we can.”

We leave the room and head downstairs, coffees in hand.

When we part ways downstairs, I stare at Romy’s ass as she walks away. Thoughts of that ass bouncing as I bent her over last night flash through my mind.

I struggle to push them out, ready to try to concentrate on whatever this speaker has to say.

But everything reminds me of Romy. And it’s not all sexual. Some of it is thinking back to something funny she said or the way her nose crinkles when she laughs.

It’s time to accept a fundamental fact—Romy Sinclair has set up shop in my head, and it doesn’t look like she’s going anywhere any time soon.

Even after our week is over.

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