Page 106 of Tempting All The Way

“Okay, I really do have work to do. Are you okay?” I ask Nathan.

“I’m good. You?” he replies.

“I’m good. I’ll see you later,” I tell him, then leave the three partners to discuss their next steps. I head back to my office, pick up my bag, and sneak out. Once I’m safely on the street, I dig my phone out of my bag and call my sister.

“Hello.”

“You busy?” I ask her.

“Not really. What do you need?”

“You and a bucket of cocktails.” I sigh into the phone.

I’ve yet to tell her about me and my #hotboss relationship. I’m not even sure why I’ve kept it a secret from my sister and mum. It’s not like they wouldn’t support me in any relationship I was happy and safe in. They would. I guess it’s my own shame at the fact that I’ve jumped into bed with my boss. At the first firm to ever employ me. I understand the risk I’m taking with my career, even if Nathan insists that I’ll be okay. That no one will think less of me. He can’t control everyone else, what they say to each other and think, as much as I’m sure he would love to.

That was really evident today when Mark Kemp called me out. Of all fucking people, it had to be him. Was he right? Would my father be ashamed of me?

I’m not sure. He loved me unconditionally. I know that. But I don’t know if he would have approved of my relationship with Nathan.

“Bentley, are you there? Earth to Bentley Johnson!” Jules’s voice brings me back from all my negative thoughts.

“Sorry… I’m here.”

“It’s bad. I can tell. Okay, meet me at the student bar,” she says, referring to the spot that’s just around the corner from her university. It’s only a fifteen-minute drive from here.

“Okay, be there in twenty.” I hang up, pull up the Uber app, and call for a ride.

Twenty five minutes later, I’m walking through the crowded student bar. I should have insisted on meeting somewhere quieter. This place is packed. Then again, they’re all students, so it’s always packed.

“Bentley, over here!” Jules waves a hand in the air as she yells out to me.

Sliding into the booth my sister somehow managed to secure, I slump in my seat. There’s a shot of tequila waiting for me on the table. This is why I love Jules. She always knows exactly what I need. And, right now, tequila is definitely it.

“Okay, spit it out. What the hell is going on? You’re scaring me,” she says after a moment of silence.

“I’m fucking my hot boss,” I spit out.

Her eyes widen in shock. “You’re what?”

“I’m sleeping with my boss. I’m in love with my boss. We’re… going steady,” I tell her with a smile on my lips.

“Going steady?First of all, don’t ever say that. You’re not that old. And second, you’re banging the hot boss. Holy shit, is it good?” She whispers the last bit, like it’s a taboo thing we shouldn’t be talking about.

“It’s out-of-body, mind-exploding, orgasmic-perfection kind of good. I’ve never had sex like this. It’s like he has a handbook for my body and knows exactly how to manipulate it.”

“So you’re banging all over the office then?” she questions.

“No, mostly his apartment. Once in a nightclub,” I admit.

“You had public sex? Okay, who are you and what have you done with my sister? My sensible, never does anything without creating a pros and cons list first sister?”

Picking up the bottle of tequila, I fill both shot glasses and push one towards her. “Shot first, talk later.” I lift my glass in the air.

“To out-of-body, orgasmic bliss,” Jules says, clinking her glass to mine. “Okay, so no sex in the office. That’s good. I think,” she adds after downing her shot.

I scrunch up my nose. “I sat on his desk today while he ate me out,” I say, refilling the glasses.

“You what?” She laughs.

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