Page 13 of Bossy Bred

“Right,” I say. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

I don’t think anything of Diego’s comment at first. I’m just glad to get back to my work. But as the day goes on, his words keep popping up in my head, echoing.

If you want to bring someone, you’re welcome to.

If I were to bring someone, that someone would be Leta.

But why would I ask Leta? That’s not what we are.

But I do enjoy spending time with her. She brings out…a different side of me. Having her there would be…well, nice.

Would she even say yes?

6

LETA

Idon’t know what I’m doing, going to this party with Jake. This wasn’t part of our arrangement. I don’t even know what I’m going as. Certainly not as his girlfriend or his date.

Are we even friends? That label sure doesn’t feel accurate, either.

And yet here I am. Waiting for him to pick me up outside my house so we can go to some backyard barbecue at his CFO’s house.

I’m jittery. I’m not usually anxious about social gatherings, but this one’s different. I won’t know anyone there, and attending a party filled with powerful, smart businessmen doesn’t exactly instill confidence in me. I just hope I don’t say something stupid and embarrass myself or Jake.

I look up the street and see a gorgeous black sports car coming toward me. I know instantly that it’s Jake—no one in my neighborhood drives a car like that.

I walk over to the curb and he smoothly pulls over and rolls down the passenger window.

“Hey,” he says, leaning over to greet me.

My heart thumps as I open the door and lower myself into his car. It’s super clean inside and smells alluringly masculine, like leather and his cologne. As he pulls out onto the street, I glance over and see that he’s more dressed down than usual. He’s not wearing a suit like he has every other time I’ve seen him, but is instead in a dark gray button-up shirt and chinos. But even though his outfit is more casual, it still looks expensive, like each piece of clothing probably costs hundreds of dollars. On his wrist, he wears a large, heavy-looking watch with a leather strap.

I glance down at my own outfit. I’m wearing my favorite pair of curvy jeans and a cute light blue top. My feet are in slingbacks because every other pair of shoes I tried on with this outfit made me feel too casual and almost childish. I felt fairly confident thirty seconds ago when I was waiting for Jake to pick me up, but now I’m not so sure.

I’m about to ask Jake if I’m dressed okay, but he speaks first, as if he’s reading my mind.

“You look great,” he says, glancing away from the road, a subtle, sexy smile on his face.

Like that, my worries are settled. I smile back. “Thank you. So do you. It’s nice seeing you in something other than a suit and tie.”

“Thought you were a fan of my tie.”

His words are suggestive, and I know exactly what he’s referring to—the second time we met up at the hotel, he used his tie to secure my hands to the headboard while fucking me senseless. I loved the feeling of restraint and being completely surrendered to his control.

I send a teasing look over to him. “I can like it both ways, can’t I?”

His eyes are back on the road, but he’s still smiling. “Of course. You can like it any way you want, Leta.”

It’s not often that he uses my name, and when he does, it’s always been in a moment of heat—mid-fuck, usually, when he’s thrusting into me. To hear him say it now, when we’re fully clothed and there’s no possibility of this turning into anything more, sends a little shiver of pleasure up my spine.

About twenty minutes later, we’re pulling up in front of a huge, gorgeous house in a neighborhood that I’ve never been in before. All of the houses here are big and beautiful, with lawns that are clearly tended to by hired gardeners. I feel very much out of place as we walk up the front walkway together.

Jake leads us around the side of the house and through a gate to a large back yard. As we step into the backyard, joining the party, he places a hand on the small of my back. It’s an unexpected touch, and I like it.

“Jake! Hey, man. Glad you could make it,” says another man, approaching us with a beaming smile. When his eyes fall to me, his smile gets even bigger, as if he’s been looking forward to seeing me. “Hi, there. I’m Diego.”

I smile back. “Leta. Nice to meet you.”

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