Page 30 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Chapter Fourteen

Aiden

The following morning, the smell of vanilla fills my nostrils. When I finally open my eyes, all I see is hair—a mess of long blonde hair.

As I lift my head, the strands of hair slip off my face, and I see that Romy is lying in the crook of my neck. She’s facing away from me, but her body is still firmly pressed against mine.

Feeling her soft, curvy body completely naked next to me makes my dick begin to stir. But when I see what time it is, I tell my member that he will have to wait.

Pulling her close to me, I inhale deeply, sniffing the intoxicating aroma of her hair. She lets out a soft moan, and I once again have to tell my cock to play it cool.

I wrap my arm around her and start whispering in her ear. “Romy, sweetheart, it’s time to wake up. Our classes start soon.”

She just gives me a tired grunt.

I try again. “Come on, beautiful.”

“I can’t move. You’ve fucked me into a sex coma.”

The corners of my lips curl into a smile. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Can’t we just stay in bed all day?” She groans.

“How about we get up and get you some coffee? And then, later on, I’ll try to replicate that sex coma.”

Her eyes still closed, she grins. “Deal.”

Slowly, she rolls out of bed and makes her way into the bathroom. I hear the shower come on, and I consider joining her, but then, we’d never get out of here.

Instead, I head to my own room to hop in the shower. I try not to take too long so that I can get back to Romy. She and I have a week together, and I intend to take full advantage of it and spend as much time with her as possible. Because for whatever reason, what we are doing feels inexplicably natural.

When I get back to Romy’s room, she’s still in the bathroom, but now she’s doing her hair. She dollops a hefty amount of something called Beachy Waves into her palm and works it through from root to tip with her fingers.

The typical vanilla scent of her hair now mingles with the coconut smell of the product.

She’s wearing nothing more than a bra and thong, and I’m glad to see she’s feeling a little more comfortable in her skin. If nothing else, by the end of the week, I want Romy to have some idea of exactly how gorgeous she is.

She sees me staring, and I try to play it off. Leaning down, I pick up the scraps of her torn thong, which was still on the bathroom floor.

“Sorry I ripped your panties,” I say, holding up the two pieces.

Her shoulders shrug. “It’s okay. These damn thongs drive me crazy anyway.”

“Why?” I ask.

She turns toward me and gestures toward the panties she’s wearing. “Look at them. They fit me fine, yet half my vagina hangs out. It’s like if you’re not thin, it gets harder to find sexy underwear that fit as they should.” Her arms fly through the air as she speaks, showing her annoyance on the matter.

“Okay, next question,” I say. “Why wear them?”

She turns back to face the mirror and messes with her hair again. “The underwear was another one of Veronica’s bright ideas. I wouldn’t have packed these. These were my ‘skinny’ panties.”

I take a step toward her. “No, Romy, you misunderstand me. I mean, why wear panties at all? I’d have much easier access if you didn’t.”

That gets her attention, making her stop and stare at me.

“Boss Man, if you keep saying things like that and putting dirty thoughts in my head, you’ll miss your classes.” Her finger pokes into my chest. “And I need some coffee.”

I’d be lying if I said I’m not thinking about having a replay of last night, right here and now, but I push the thought from my mind. Instead, I give Romy a smile and wink and walk out of the bathroom.

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