Page 9 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Chapter Five

Romy

The moment I shut my hotel room door, I lean against it and let out the breath I feel like I’ve been holding for hours.

What the fuck happened on that plane?

Now, I’m not complaining about Mr. Montgomery saving me from the creep next to me. That was very knight-in-shining-armor of him.

What I can’t seem to figure out is why when he touched my hand, I got butterflies. And why when he talked about making me scream his name, I got oddly excited at the thought.

Maybe Veronica was right—it’s been too long since I’ve had contact with a male. So long that the thought of bedding my boss is actually running through my mind.

Deciding I need to try to clear my mind, I head in to take a shower. After I turn on the hot water, I take a moment to admire the luxurious bathroom with the spacious walk-in shower and oversized garden bathtub. The decor is ocean-themed, and the tile and countertops appear to be marble.

After my hot shower, I finally take a moment to look at the room itself. It’s got a king-sized bed across from a dresser with a large TV on top of it. On one end of the room, there’s a little kitchenette with a small table, and on the other, there are two large red curtains that cover almost the whole wall.

When I walk over to pull them back, I gasp at the sight. On the other side of the large sliding glass doors, I have the most fantastic view of the beach right below me and the crystal blue water of the ocean.

I’m mesmerized watching the small waves crash onto the white sand beach.

I open the glass door and step out onto the balcony. There are a couple of chairs, so I take a seat on one. The warm air wraps around my skin while the salty smell fills my nose. This is the epitome of what paradise must be. Watching the waves is entrancing.

I have no idea how long I sit out there, but when my freshly washed hair is almost completely dry, I figure it’s time to head inside. It’ll be time for dinner soon.

Once I’m inside, I open my suitcase and start pulling things out, looking for something to wear. There’s just one problem.

Almost every item that I pull out isn’t something that I packed. How the hell did all of this stuff get in here?

Veronica.

That bitch didn’t need to use the bathroom. She walked back to my room and repacked my whole fucking suitcase!

Now, all that is in here is dresses, jean shorts, tank tops, and a couple of pairs of jeans that I’m not even sure fit me anymore. Oh, and that tiny-ass bikini.

What the hell am I supposed to wear?

Pulling out my phone, I type the words. YOU’RE DEAD in a text message and fire it off to Veronica.

I’m even more annoyed when she responds with:

New number. Who dis?

When I don’t respond, she changes her tone in her following message.

I’m sorry. Just please try to have some fun. Your vagina will thank you.

I turn my phone on silent to not be distracted while trying to find something halfway decent to wear.

Finally, I decide on a pair of jeans (which somehow miraculously fit) and a black sparkly tank top. This will work for tonight, but I’m going to have to work some miracles for the rest of the week.

And of course, all I have in the undergarment department is push-up bras and thongs. And when I say thongs, I mean thongs. You know the type that is like floss in the back and just doesn’t quite seem to ever cover your entire vagina?

Speaking of which, why is that such a novel concept? If I’m a bigger girl looking to hide some panty lines and buy a bigger thong, I expect it to cover my whole vajayjay.

But I guess I’m just going to have to live with a half-covered pussy.

Awesome.

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