Page 12 of Billionaire Boss's One Night Stand

I blinked, peering at my watch.

Oh, my God.

Just an hour ago. We last had sex, all sweaty and frantic, an hour ago.

We’d kept each other busy all night, acting like lovelorn, playful, horny idiots without a care in the world. I didn’t know anything about this man, other than how much faster he came when I rode him and played with myself. Or that he was definitely a boob man, addicted to teasing my nipples. ButIhad things to do. I had other stuff to care about and prioritize other than getting dick.

I had to go. I needed to shower and compartmentalize and get ready for the biggest first day of my life. Still, I let the panic and urgency simmer on the back burner as I turned my head on the pillow and looked at the man sleeping next to me.

It was early, in the middle of the night yet, but I couldn’t linger. Now that common sense was starting to trickle back in, since the itch to have this stranger was scratched, I knew it was time to come down from the clouds. To return to reality.

I’d never had a one-night stand to know how to react the morning after. So far, shame was slipping in. Shock was prevalent too. I figured this would be the new me, more open to taking risks and living large, but honestly, I wasn’t confident that I’d repeat this.

Somehow, this black-haired man with the sexiest stubble on his lean jaw would be my only. My preference was to actually know a guy before I got frisky between the sheets. And it seemed like that wouldn’t change. Because I wanted to know him, this stranger who blew my mind. I wanted to know more about him than how to make him come. Getting physical was a rush, but I missed that deeper connection I enjoyed building.

Quit being a softie, Loren. Time to get moving. Live and learn.

So, a one-night fling wasn’t my thing. Now I knew. Staring at this guy couldn’t be normal, and I willed myself to ease out of bed as quietly as possible.

I gathered my things and started a walk of shame from the room. The second I closed the door after me, I hurried onto the elevator and willed away the memories of last night, when I rode up to his floor.

Shocked and stunned, I left the hotel and walked back to my apartment. Part of me felt tethered to him as I replayed the memories in my mind. How quickly he could pleasure me. How filthy and wicked he was as he took me hard.

I want him again.

I slapped my hand on my face as I got out of my shower an hour later. It was unbelievable that I’d go out and have my first one-night stand and get attached. It defeated the purpose of it. No names, no details. Those two things were supposed to mean no strings attached.

“Focus, Lor. You’ve got bigger things to think about,” I mumbled, wishing I had the enthusiasm to give myself a better, more convincing pep talk.

Once I dressed, then changed into option two of my outfits, then changed between options three and one again, I huffed out a sigh of frustration.

Nothing felt right. Nothing looked right. And I wished I could revisit that unique confidence I felt when I stripped for the stranger last night. Or when he crooked his finger as he lay on the bed, beckoning me to stalk toward him. The way he’d stared at me, fully nude with nothing to hide, made me feel like a goddess. Invincible. And so sexy.

I neededthat. That energy of knowing I was competent and wanted.

When my phone rang, I assumed it was Hailey, calling like she'd promised to. If I didn’t have that woman as a friend, theworld would be such a lonely, gray place. Without looking at the screen, I sighed at my reflection in the mirror as I answered.

I wish I could havehisopinion on what looks better on me.I had to shrug off this stupid doubt now. Richards Consultation hired me for my brain and wits. My skills. Not how I looked.

“Hey,” I greeted.

“Boy, you sound glum for the first thing in the morning,” Becca drawled.

I cringed, hating that I hadn’t checked the caller ID. “What do you want?”

“Just seeing if you’re still going through with this whole shenanigan.”

“Shenanigan?” I shook my head, sticking with outfit option two. I could pin a flower pendant to my blouse, and it would be just enough color to make me stand out. “I’m starting a job.”

“That’s what you said.” She exaggerated a sigh. “I wouldn’t put it past you to have made that up to look impressive.”

“Gee. Thanks for the vote of confidence. Too bad I don’t care about impressing you.” I couldn’t help a yawn. That night of little sleep was catching up to me. “I only care about impressing my boss.”

And that hottie from the bar.A smile curved my lips.IknowI impressed him.

“I doubt that’ll happen. Why would some rich dude running a company ever be impressed by a nobody from Nowhereville, Pennsylvania?”

I hung my head and rubbed my brow. It didn’t matter that I was used to her bullshit. I grew up knowing she was the golden one. The “good” sister. The older daughter who could never do anything wrong.

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