Page 49 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Chapter Nineteen

Romy

Iscoot forward so that Aiden can climb in the water behind me. Neither one of us is exceptionally small, but we both fit perfectly in the oversized tub.

Once he’s situated, I lean back against him. There’s something so natural about being in his arms. I’m not quite sure what it is, but it probably has to do with the fact that he’s the sweetest man I’ve ever met.

And he has a filthy mouth. Is there really any better combination? It baffles me that he’s still single. He told me all about Jane, but that was just one failed relationship. Have there been more? Why would anyone walk away from this man? I’ll only have him for a week, but it will be hard as hell to give him up.

Aiden pulls me out of my thoughts when he asks, “What are you thinking about, beautiful?”

“You,” I answer honestly.

He kisses the back of my shoulder. “What about me?”

“How I just can’t wrap my head around how a great guy like you is still single.”

“I told you about Jane and everything that happened. What else do you want to know?”

“Well, you said you’ve been with five women. If you take away Jane, that’s still four women. Tell me about them.”

His fingers lightly rub up and down my arms as he begins to speak. “The first was in high school. We dated off and on for a couple of years, and it was fun, but neither one of us had a clue about what we were doing.”

“The others were before I opened the business. Usually, the relationship would start in the summer when I wasn’t doing classes, so we’d be able to spend a ton of time together. Then, classes would start back up again, and I’d get busy. It would all just fall apart.”

He takes a deep breath and sighs before going on. I feel his chest rising and falling behind me.

“Romy, I wish I could tell you that I have a string of failed relationships through no fault of my own. But the truth is that my business seems to come first. It’s like it’s my first love, and any other relationship I have is like my mistress. At least, that’s how it was for quite a while.”

“And what about now?” I ask.

“Well, thanks to my amazing co-worker,” he pauses to kiss my shoulder again. “I don’t have as much to do, and the business runs a little more smoothly. Maybe I could make a relationship work now, but I don’t know.”

I’m a little taken back that he called me his ‘co-worker.’ I’ve always just been his assistant. But I figure it’s probably just a slip of the tongue.

“For what it’s worth,” I begin. “I think you’ll make some woman very happy someday.”

He chuckles. “Thank you. For now, I’ll settle for making you happy for the rest of the week.”

“Oh, you are definitely doing that, Boss Man. In fact, that’s what got me wondering why you haven’t been snatched off the market yet.”

“Well, now you know. But one thing I’ve learned is to make the most of the time we have.”

We are quiet for a few minutes as he gets some soap on his hand and rubs it all over my skin. I do the same to him, making sure to take a little extra time to focus on his manhood. I feel it beginning to harden in my palm, but he stops me.

“The water is getting cold. Let’s go get in bed.”

“Lie on your stomach,” he commands.

“Ohhh,” I moan in excitement.

With a quiet laugh, he says, “Calm down, beautiful. We’ll get there. I’m taking my time.”

I crawl on the bed, letting my knees sink into the soft mattress. Once my head reaches the pillows, I lie down on my stomach as he instructed.

It takes Aiden a moment to join me, and when he does, I hear the top of some sort of bottle open. Seconds later, I feel his hands touch my skin. They’re slick with what feels like lotion.

He starts at my shoulders and begins to work his way down, focusing on releasing the tension in every inch of my body. His fingers work their magic until I’m practically a puddle on the bed.

I’m in a complete state of relaxation—so much so that when he has me flip over, I don’t even get turned on when he focuses his massage on my boobs.

Once he has rubbed every inch of me, I try to rally enough energy to move them into sexy time.

But my eyes are so heavy I can barely open them. And when I feel Aiden pull the blankets up over my body and crawl in bed next to me, I give up the good fight.

Before I drift off to sleep, though, I make a promise that tomorrow, I’m going to take care of him as wonderfully as he took care of me tonight.

Except dirtier.

Much dirtier.

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