Page 79 of Rich and Bossy

My hand finds hers before I can think to stop myself. “I’m making your life complicated. You can say it.”

“You deduced that all on your own, huh?” Sarcasm oozes from her words, but her fingers close around mine, gripping tight. “I’m still here. I’m wearing the nicest dress I own. It’s not all on you.”

“It was worth the effort, the way you look.” Though she’s gorgeous in anything. Radiant even. Even in her work clothes.

I want to get everything out of this experience. I’m well aware it might be my last, and even still, I want more than sex with her—which is saying something, since it’s impossible to get our one time together out of my mind. I want to be with her. I want to hear her voice, her laugh. I want her hand in mine, just like this. I don’t ever want to let go of it.

“I would suggest we go ice skating, but…” I look her up and down before doing the same to myself after we’ve finished dessert. “We aren’t dressed for it and the bum knee doesn’t help. But if you wouldn’t mind a nightcap, there’s a rooftop bar not far from here with a great view of the city. They have those propane heaters out there so it’s not too bad, if you’re up for it?”

“Sure. That sounds nice.” Her eyes sparkle, a smile playing over her lips.

I stand up and go pull her chair out for her, then I help her into her coat.

“Not trying to get me tipsy so you can take advantage of me, are you?”

I lean down, my mouth in her ear. “I don’t need to get you drunk to do that, Hazel. I think we both know that.”

I deliver the line with perfect timing, just to watch her breathing become a little more intense. I get to watch her chest expand and contract, straining her tits against that black fabric. I know spending this time with her is awesome, but holy hell I want to peel this thing off her and put them both in my mouth.

My dick starts to harden at the thought.

The way this is going, it’s going to become a reality, but I have more important things to do first. More important things to learn about her.

“So full of yourself.” She laughs nervously as she says it.

“I call it how I see it.”

There aren’tmany people at the bar on a Sunday night, especially one with such an icy nip in the air. The heaters warm things up nicely, as I was hoping they would. It’s pleasant enough that my breath doesn’t fog up when we take our drinks out to the edge of the roof to admire the sparkling view.

“It’s beautiful.” Hazel whispers, smiling in what looks like amazement at the lit buildings spread out in front of us. “I love this place, despite the cold. It really is gorgeous.”

“I know.”

She glances my way. “You aren’t even looking at the buildings.”

“I know.” I reach out to tuck a strand of soft, brown hair behind her ear after the breeze teased it free of its pins. “It’s a nice backdrop though, the city.”

“You’re being too kind.” She turns to me, her eyes luminous, her face shining. “Where was this guy in the elevator?”

“He was there.” I take a sip of my scotch. “Just difficult for him to come out when he’s being accosted.”

She laughs. “Accosted?”

I nod, smiling. “Yeah. Accosted.” I turn out toward the view of the building. “Not that I minded at all.”

“You seemed to mind. At least a little.”

I hold my index finger a little close to my thumb. “Maybe a little.”

She laughs.

Part of me wants to remain guarded. Not show her this part of myself. I’ve always thought of that part of me as weak and had to hide it during business dealings. If I was a nice man, my business would’ve failed a long time ago.

I cup her cheek with my hand, stroking it with my thumb. “Maybe you bring that guy out of me.”

She leans into me a little. “I’m afraid of this.”

I stare her right in the eyes when she finally opens them. “I know.”

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