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“What’s that face for?” Chaz asks, still leaning back, but staring at me now.

“Vance must be here, which means you need to go pick a little pixie up from her apartment. She and I have an appointment.”

Jumping up, he grabs his keys, muttering, “Shit! I lost track of time. Also, I know you left a fuck load of facts out right there, so we’re going to come back to that.”

Snorting in laughter, I wave him off. “Maybe I’ll let you watch again.”

With a groan, Chaz shoves the door open and leaves. Lacing my fingers together across my chest, I close my eyes, picturing everything I’m going to do to Susu later this afternoon.

Chapter 25

Noiseless

Susu

Well, here we are… things back to being awkward.

I can barely look at my boss as he drives the car. I’m not sure if it’s the lack of acknowledgement that he buried his finger inside of me yesterday, or that he’s fucking relaxed and comfortable as he watches the road. I’m over here in a complete tailspin, my emotions roller-coastering over what I should do.What should I say?

Swallowing deeply, I run my hand over my throat to ease the tension. Yeah, I won’t be saying anything right now. My body is giving me a big ‘fuck no’ right now in his presence. It’s not that I don’t trust Chester Ahearn, it’s that he makes me nervous.

There’s an invisible line that was drawn almost instantly when he hired me. That boss and employee designation, which one could argue, has been crossed more than once.

“You seem nervous, Susu,” Chester’s low, soothing voice flows over me when the song playing ends. He reaches over to shut it off, then gives me the once over before focusing back on the road. “Very nervous. Why’s that?”

Because you watched me get eaten out, put your finger in my pussy, then sucked my orgasm from it. I don’t know how to handle that.

I literally scream it to him in my head, knowing there’s no way the words will come out.

He chuckles softly, flipping his turn signal on to change lanes. “Sorry, guess you can’t really answer that right now. Let me guess, you’re nervous about performing tonight?”

If I could roll my eyes any harder, they’d disappear into the back of my head. Now he’s mocking me.

“No? Trouble with the roommate? Did she eat your snacks without replacing them?” His lips are quirked up, delighted with himself and the ridiculous guesses on why I could possibly be feeling out of sorts in the car right now.

My knee bounces in agitation, so I look out the window to try to calm my anxiety down, choosing to not give him a reaction to his stupid question.

Miriam doesn’t eat my snacks, goddamnit. Besides, she has way better ones than I ever do. Honestly, she should be worried I’ll steal hers.

I can feel myself scowling at the window, unsure why I’m getting annoyed with his playfulness, acting like nothing happened.

Snapping his fingers, I’m jerked from my thoughts and twist my head to stare at him. He has this ‘ah-ha’ look and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to smush my hand into someone’s face before this very moment. I don’t want to hit him, never that. But I want to rub that look off his face.

“I know,” he says happily, then eyes me again. “You’re nervous because I watched you and Vance, you and Theo, and I’ve touched you now, too.” He trails off, his face growing serious as he studies me.

A rush of emotions slam into me and I’m shocked to find my eyes watering.What the fuck?I’m not ashamed of it, but the way he just so bluntly put it, it sounds awful and I’m feeling really fucking overwhelmed by the mess I’ve gotten myself into.

“Susu,” he calls to me, then mutters, “Shit,” under his breath when I start blinking away the tears and look away from him.

Twisting his head to look at the traffic behind us, he quickly crosses lanes and takes the exit we were just about to pass. It’s not our regular exit, but right now, I don’t care. I just need to get my shit under control. The moment we’re on the side road, he pulls the car over and slams it into park.

I don’t know what he’s doing, barely registering the sound of his cursing as he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car. The whole car shakes when he slams his door shut. My distorted vision from these damn tears only hints at his figure moving around to my side before I feel the tepid air hit my face when he opens my side.

My body betrays me when it lets that first fucking tear hit my cheek and Chester is so fast to wipe it away with his thumb, cupping my cheek with one hand as he reaches around me to undo my belt.

“Come here, baby,” he murmurs, tugging me out of the car and lifting me up, only to walk us to the back of the car where he sits me on the trunk.

Another tear slips free, which he smooths away again. I don’t have time to be shocked when he presses a kiss over my damp skin, then another one to my forehead, before resting there.

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