Page 15 of Unwrapping Romance

She lifted her head and stared into my eyes.

“I know, Jack. Anyway, I should get going.” She sat up, reached down, picked up her bra and panties, and slipped them on.

“You finish getting dressed, and then meet me in my office before you go. Remember, it’s on the second floor.”

“Yeah. I remember.”

I pulled on a pair of sweatpants, went down to my office, and took out my checkbook.

“Why did you want me to meet you in here?” Sierra asked, standing in the doorway of my office.

“I wanted to give you this.” I tore the written check from my checkbook and handed it to her.

“What is this for?” Her brows furrowed.

“Two months rent. It’s only a loan. I’ll have payroll deduct it from your paycheck each week until it’s paid back.”

“I can’t accept this, Jack.” She tried to hand it back to me.

“You can and you will. I can’t have my assistant being homeless. You’ll come into the office all filthy, and how would that look?” I smirked. “Like I said. It’s a loan, not a gift.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome. I’ve already called a cab. It should be here any minute.”

Chapter Seven

Sierra

I climbed into the cab and gave him my address.Shit.My body still trembled from the sex we had. I was so screwed, and I couldn’t think straight. Why the hell did I sleep with him?

When I arrived home, I poured a glass of wine and called Becca. I knew it was late, but I needed to talk to her.

“This better be important,” she sleepily answered.

“I slept with my boss,” I blurted out.

“What!” she shouted, and I heard Brad in the background asking what happened. “Hold on. Sorry, babe. Go back to sleep. Okay, I’m in the bathroom. Continue.”

“He asked me to pick up his dry cleaning and drop it off at his home. I did, and we slept together.”

“How was it?” she asked.

“Incredible, Becca. I don’t know how—I mean, I don’t know?—”

“How you’re going to see him every day and work alongside him?” she said.

“Yes. Exactly that! He made it very clear that nothing will come of it. He doesn’t do romance or relationships. He said it was just sex.”

“Please don’t tell me that you’re in love with the guy already.”

“God, no. Not at all. Usually, with one-night stands, I never see the guy again. But I’ll see Jack every day. And listen to this. He wrote me a check for two months of rent and told me it was a loan.”

“Did he give it to you before or after sex?”

“After.”

“He totally paid you for having sex with him.” She laughed.

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