Page 50 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Chapter Twenty

Aiden

Another day, another seminar I’m not paying attention to.

Maybe I should be saying another day, another seminar filled with thoughts of Romy.

Although my dick was upset it didn’t get to play last night, the rest of me didn’t mind. For some reason, I feel the inexplicable need to take care of Romy, which is ridiculous because I’m under no delusions that she needs anyone to take care of her. She’s been taking care of herself for years now.

Yet, I still somehow want to do it. I want to hold her in my arms and tell her she doesn’t have to face this world alone anymore. I want to say to her that she won’t have to worry about a single thing as long as I'm around.

All this sunshine must be getting to me because I sound insane. Romy has always been just my assistant, and then, we get to Florida, and suddenly, I think I’m the man to make all of her dreams come true?

Maybe she’s got a magical pussy—or maybe it has been too long since I’ve been inside one.

Or maybe I finally realize exactly how special of a woman Romy is.

I run my hand through the hair on my cheek, thinking about how entirely screwed I am—because I’m falling for a woman who wants this whole thing to only last a week. A week and then we go back to our everyday lives.

At the end of the day, Romy and I have an expiration date.

I may not like it, but it’s the truth, so I just have to enjoy the week and then forget about it.

I’m pulled from my pity party when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Typically, I wouldn’t have even looked at it, but I see half the other people in the room are doing the same thing, so fuck it.

When I pull it out, I see Romy’s name with a text underneath it.

Romy: I took your advice, Boss Man.

My forehead wrinkles as I try to figure out what she’s talking about. I see three tiny dots appear on the screen, so I wait for her next message. Trying to be patient is agony.

But when it pops through, I see it was well worth the wait.

Romy: I decided not to wear any panties today.

I try to play it cool as I text back, but I can feel my dick already threatening to make an appearance.

Me: Oh yeah? I’m glad you’re finally listening.

It doesn’t take long for her to reply.

Romy: Yeah, I kind of like it. It’s very…breezy—especially since I’m wearing such a short sundress.

Jesus.

When I saw her in that cute dress this morning, I was already thinking about bending her over and fucking her senseless. Her not wearing anything underneath makes that idea even more appealing.

When I get lost in my thoughts about burying myself in her tight pussy, she texts again.

Romy: The only problem is that it’s a little uncomfortable with how wet I am.

Sweet baby Jane, she’s driving me insane.

Me: Why are you so wet, sweetheart?

Romy: Thinking about you…inside of me. Maybe I’ll just head upstairs and take care of the problem myself.

Me: Oh, no the fuck you won’t. I’m leaving this class now. Meet me upstairs.

I quietly stand up and head for the door, grateful that I picked a seat near the back of the large room.

I swear this woman is making me crazy. One minute, I want to be sweet and take care of her, and the next, I’m chomping at the bit to rip off all her clothes and make her come over and over again.

But I guess in a way, that’s taking care of her too, isn’t it? And for the next few days, I think that’s the perfect way to take care of her.

As I make my way upstairs, I pull out my phone and fire off one more text to my little sex goddess.

Me: And sweetheart, don’t keep me waiting.

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