Page 25 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Chapter Eleven

Romy

“Here,” I hand one of the fluffy white robes to Aiden.

His large hand grabs it as he eyes it up and down. “Do I have to wear it?”

“Uh, yeah. Our deal was to eat room service in our robes?”

He nods. “I guess a deal’s a deal. Besides, I guess a robe will be easier to take off you later.”

When I look at him, there’s a hunger in his eyes, and I’m about to say fuck the food and get down to the dirty stuff.

But my growling stomach makes its presence known right on cue.

Neither one of us mention it, but he asks, “Can I keep my underwear on? I don't know that a bellhop needs to see my one-eyed weasel.”

I can’t help but laugh. “One-eyed weasel? That’s an…interesting name for it.”

Stepping closer to me, he uses one finger to tilt my chin up to look at him. “How about after it fucks you again, you can come up with your own name for it?”

Holy cow, this man is going to ruin my panties before he even touches me.

Before I have any more time to picture climbing him like a tree, he walks away, pulling his shirt over his head.

When it slides off his body, I can see he has a large tattoo of a dragon that takes up most of his back. It’s black and red and pretty intricate. I have no idea how I didn’t notice it before.

Okay, that’s not true. Last night, he had me in some sort of crazy sex haze. I wasn’t paying any attention to what was on his back when I had those sexy eyes to look at…and his cock. I looked at that a lot too.

Trying not to drool all over myself thinking about his large member, I say, “Cool tattoo.”

He looks over his shoulder toward his back as if forgetting about the giant artwork.

“Oh, thanks. I actually wish I wouldn’t have gotten it.”

“Why?” I ask. “It’s beautiful.”

He shrugs. “I got it when I was just out of high school—my form of rebellion or something.”

“And you don’t like it?”

“It’s alright, but I wish I would have taken time to think more about what I wanted. Now, it’s stuck on there forever.”

“You could have it lasered off,” I offer.

He lets out a heavy sigh. “True. But it would cost a ton and be painful as shit. Plus, it being there is like a constant reminder of how I shouldn’t make stupid, reckless decisions.”

“You don’t think you sleeping with your assistant counts as stupid or reckless?”

He turns to me. “On the contrary.” He places a teasingly soft kiss on my lips. “I think that might be the best decision I’ve ever made.”

Lord, he’s good.

He turns back away from me, taking off his jeans and slipping into the robe. He loosely ties it, so I can see the hair on his chest leading down his happy trail when he turns toward me.

Aiden might not have the six-pack abs that most women drool over, but his manly figure still screams sex appeal. He’s the type of man you want to fuck you silly and then cuddle you all night long.

Realizing I’m staring, I blurt, “I don’t have any tattoos.”

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