Page 7 of Bossy Bred

Desperate for distraction, my thoughts go straight to the devastatingly hot man I spent my evening with last night. Still-fresh memories of his hard, sweaty muscles sliding against my curves flood my mind, and a shiver of remembered pleasure runs up my spine. I’d swiped right on his profile in a moment of needing to get away from my problems for a few hours, and to finally lose my v-card after a lifetime of not meeting anyone I wanted to be intimate with. The fact that it had taken me so long was a little crazy, so why not lose my virginity in a way that was a little crazy? At least that was my reasoning last night.

And Jake had given me exactly what I wanted.

Shame it had to be a one-time thing.

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JAKE

“Jake? Any thoughts?”

I clear my throat, shaking off my thoughts. As I return to the room I’m in, I see a dozen faces looking at me, all waiting for my response.

“Kill the gold trim,” I say, glaring at the rendering on the screen. “Other than that, it’s fine. I approve.”

The tension in the meeting room breaks, a flurry of papers rustling and chair wheels rolling as the members of my team disperse. I rise from my spot at the head of the conference table and exit the room, going straight to my corner office. Along the way, I detect a few people in my periphery vision looking like they want to talk to me, but they change their minds when they see my serious expression.

I close my office door behind me and settle into my chair, my body sinking against the leather. My muscles are faintly sore, but that’s not the only thing that’s kept the curvy beauty from last night at the front of my mind.

I just can’t stop fucking thinking about her.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be a one-time, one-night thing. It was supposed to fix me. Clear my head. Allow me to regain the razor-sharp focus at work that I never used to have a problem maintaining.

But after last night, fixed is the last thing I feel.

Slowly swiveling my chair to face the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the back of my office, I look out over the city and wonder where she is right now. It’s not a sentimental curiosity. It’s a carnal one. As many times as I had her last night, I feel nowhere close to satiated.

The fact that I know nothing about her but have been balls-deep inside her should probably make me feel like a shitty human being, but it doesn’t. We were on the same page last night. It made it easy for both of us to be as uninhibited as we wanted to be.

I reach for my phone and open the app we originally found each other on. A notification pops up alerting me about how many women have swiped right on my profile since last night, but I ignore it and tap over to the chat tab. My screen populates with previews of different conversations, but all except for one are from ages ago.

I tap on my convo with Leta. The last exchange we had was from half an hour before we met at the Belmont, sent by her:See you soon, with a smiling emoji.

It takes me a long time to decide what to say to her. Eventually I settle on:Just making sure you got home safely last night.

I set my phone down, and a few minutes later, her reply comes through.

Erm…well…I’m currently being held captive on a spaceship, so…

She’s a funny one, this girl.

Me: It’s amazing that you still have cell reception out in space.

Her: I know, right? Even wilder, they didn’t even confiscate my phone.

I run a hand over my jaw, trying to decide how bad of an idea it is to tell her I want to see her again. There are countless other women I could hook up with on this app. It would be far cleaner that way, keeping it to one night.

But I’m not interested in meeting up with anyone else.

Me: I know we had an understanding about last night. But I want to see you again.

Her: To be clear…you mean for another night like last night, right?

Me: Yes.

Her: Ok. Just making sure.

Me: Is that something you’re interested in?

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