Page 22 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Chapter Ten

Aiden

This morning, Romy completely took me by surprise when she laid out her little preposition. I figured even though the sex was amazing, she would want to forget that it ever happened. After all, our judgments were both a little clouded last night.

So, the fact that she wants to keep this whole thing up for the next week was a pleasant surprise.

During the day, we took some different classes—mine focusing more on how to run a business and hers more on the administrative side of things. The material was interesting, but thoughts of Romy filled my head and clouded my thoughts. And I swear I could still smell the vanilla on her even though we were nowhere near each other.

Now, I’m waiting on her to finish up her last class. I watch everyone walking by. Most of them are burly construction guys. And a few are men you can tell are just check-writers—they own a business but have never actually gotten their hands dirty. Romy is definitely the best-looking person here, although she’s completely unaware of that fact.

When she commented on how she had gained weight since college, I had two thoughts. One, who the hell hasn’t gained weight since college? And two, someone must have made her feel bad about her curvier figure. Clearly, she just hasn’t been with a man who truly knows how to handle those curves—until last night. And if she lets me, I’ll show her over and over again all week long.

When Romy comes out of the large meeting room where her class was being held, I immediately notice her. She’s wearing the same jeans from last night and an orange-sherbet-colored top that hangs off one of her shoulders. The shirt isn’t low cut, but it also doesn’t do anything to hide her ample chest. I try not to gawk because I’m sure men leering is why she usually tries to cover them up.

The moment her eyes find me, she smiles—a big warm, genuine smile. She walks past a string of men, all of whom stare at her like they’d love to watch those tits of hers bounce up and down while they’re balls-deep inside her.

She doesn’t seem to notice a single one of them, though. Or maybe she does notice and just doesn’t pay them any mind. Instead, her eyes are focused entirely on me, and I fucking love it.

Still smiling, she greets me with a cheerful, “Hey.”

My lips twist upward, unable to suppress my own grin. “Hey, you. How was your class?”

She rolls her eyes. “Pointless. Did you know that to be a successful administrative assistant, you should keep detailed records and make sure you have good organizational skills? I’m glad I took a class that stated the obvious,” she says sarcastically.

A chuckle rumbles in my chest because I’ve never met a more organized and detail-oriented person than Romy. When I say she keeps my business in order and on track, I mean it. Still, she should be teaching a class on those subjects rather than taking one.

“I’m sorry it was lame,” I say.

Her shoulders shrug. “It’s alright. Hopefully, tomorrow’s will be better.”

“Or maybe you’ll just be too smart for all of them, and you won’t learn a damn thing.”

“Probably,” she quips. “But my boss brought me all the way here, so I’ll take the classes anyway.”

We exchange a playful smile. “Oh, is that right?”

“Oh, yes,” she jokes. “He runs a tight ship, and I better fall in line.”

There’s a sparkle in her eye when she looks up at me, so I lean in and, in a low tone, say, “I hope you are just as obedient later on.”

I swear I hear her breath hitch in her throat, but she tries to play it off. Instead, she looks up at me once again and taunts, “What are you going to do if I don’t obey?”

Jesus, I’m about to fall apart.

“Sweetheart, do you really want to find out?” I ask.

Her tongue flicks out and glides along her bottom lip. “Maybe I do.”

Leaning even closer as we’re walking, I say, “If you don’t put that tongue back in your mouth, I’m going to be sporting a hard-on in front of all these people. And I’ll have to pull you into one of these cleaning closets to take care of the problem.”

Teasing me, she licks her lip again. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

She walks a few steps ahead of me, swaying her hips back and forth and putting on a bit of a show.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that later,” I growl as I catch up to her. “Are you hungry?”

Her eyes narrow, causing a crease in her forehead. “Is that some sort of euphemism?”

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