Page 42 of Billionaire Boss's One Night Stand

But she’d need to come back to work after the weekend. She would have to be in touch with emails and texts about the Gammon project. It wasn’t like she could walk away fromme.

All I knew was that I wanted more. I wanted another chance to taste her and please her. I wanted many more opportunities to kiss those sassy, sweet lips and hear the sexy-as-hell moans come from them when we came together.

I didn’t want to be done with her. Not at all. We’d acted on impulse, kissing each other tonight, and I knew we weren’t consciously planning a method of knotting ourselves together. Did she just want me the one time? More? Was that all she wanted to have with me? I didn’t know.

All I could state as a fact was that there were strings attached between us. We worked together. We harbored an undeniable connection. We shared a mutual and quick-to-burn chemistry. And we… worked together.

The strings that attached us had been braided and twisted into complicated knots, but I couldn’t unravel them on my own.

I didn’t want to, either.

I’ve got to talk to her.

I have to…

I rubbed my hands over my face and groaned. Hell, I didn’t know what I had to do. Common sense would dictate that I had to give her up and stop this stupid attraction. Or resist it and shove it further back in my mind until this project was over.

I didn’t want to. When it came to Loren, I wanted to explore all that we could, not hold back.

I shook my head, standing now that my dick had gone down. The shock of being caught, then the several minutes of coming back to reality after making her come, sobered me. Then with confusion rooting in my head, I began to go home.

First, I checked whether Loren was in her office. She wasn’t, as I expected. Neither was Tom. Save for the cleaning crew coming in to start their work, no one was up on the executive floor this late. I retreated to my office and stowed some essential things in my briefcase, and then I went home.

It made no difference whether I was at the Richards building or my penthouse apartment. My thoughts and concerns stayed true to their path.

If I wasn’t obsessing about Loren and debating how to proceed with our being caught, I was brainstorming about the Gammon pitch. If I wasn’t listing the pros and cons of how I could suggest to Loren that we try to be “something more” than a boss and employee or than a couple of randomly connecting lovers, I was picking apart all the flaws of what we had to do after the next Gammon meeting.

We were slated to meet with the Gammon team on Wednesday again, and with further input from them there, things would really start to get more intense. The pace would pick up. We had to be functioning as a team by then, and that would be a tall order.

I had to smooth things out with Tom, even if I didn’t know what to tell him. He was liable to ask if Loren and I were together, and for that, I had no answer. If I told the other three men that Loren and Imightbe together, I could be jumping to conclusions.

I have to talk to her.

My vague texts asking her how she was went unread. I called, but it went straight to voicemail.

But that would be the first step. Come Monday morning, I needed to get a feel for where she was at. If it was a lapse that she wanted to cross off as a mistake that couldn’t be repeated, ever. If she was more amenable to trying to start… dating? Sleeping together as coworkers with benefits?

I knew that I wanted more, however we could make it happen, because she was the first woman I’d ever wanted this badly, the first person I was genuinely intrigued about, wanting to know every detail there was to know about her.

Sunday evening, I met with John at the office. That was a preliminary step to testing the waters about whether Tom had filed a report or something. And that would be a telling in and of itself. If he tattled, then that was that. But if hedidn’tsay anything, I would be kept in a game of suspense, waiting for him to speak up and presumably at a moment when it would feel like an attack. If I spoke to John first, then I had the first word to go by.

He couldn’t have told him yet.If Tom told John already, my friend wouldn’t have hesitated to call me immediately. Human Resources was his department, after all, and he was damned good at what he did.

He had been busier than usual lately because he was dealing with a clingy ex who didn’t want to let go of him or sacrifice his attention. They were supposed to talk with each other over the weekend, which was why his location showed that he was at the office now, instead of yesterday. We both had a bad habit of stopping in at the office on the weekend.

“How’d it go yesterday?” I asked when I came by. It wouldn’t hurt to start a conversation about him before I talked about myself and Loren.

“Terrible.” Even though he was dressed in casual clothes, he looked like the typical stressed-out and harried businessman as he rolled his chair back from his desk and sighed at me.

I sat across from him and leaned back. “Really?”

“Really. I swear, I’ll never find a woman I’ll just click with.” He shook his head and grimaced.

I swallowed hard, feeling fortunate that I already had.Loren.

We clicked. Even if we spoke best with arguments and bickering, we were in sync. I loved that she wasn’t a pushover just as much as I adored how peppy and sunshiny she could be when she was at ease.

The circumstances of how we’d gotten together weren’t clear and simple, but we did mesh well with each other. I felt that deep in my bones.

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