Page 50 of Filthy Boss

Milly EPILOGUE

Dear Milly,

I have a special project that I need you for tonight. I need your hands, your mind, and your obedience.

Meet me in my office precisely at 5 pm.

Take the elevator up and don’t be late.

-Ty

p.s- As an associate you’re on salary now- but we can negotiate a bonus for your services.

A special late-night project! He needs my hands!

Thanks god for his hands working. They still feel like they light a match when he runs them over my skin. This time I’m bringing the champagne and strawberries. I know he secretly built a room for us to go- attached to his own office. I haven’t seen it, but there was no way to hide the expenses and the contractors working to build it the last few weeks. I could have broken in to see it, but I want to be surprised. I’m amazed he’s done it all for me.

For him too I guess- for us.

I pack the champagne and strawberries in a box and carry it to the elevator. Everyone else has gone home- probably. But I like the idea of having our own place to go. I don’t need to get fucked in the filing room or the elevator- or everywhere else. Just with him is good enough for me, and I hope for him.

I hit the button for the top floor with my ass since my hands are full with the box of champagne and strawberries, and I race up to his office.

I’m so happy my presence didn’t screw anything gup for the last contract. It would have without Ty and his partners’ help. The board thanking me and offering a job were so flattering but telling them no thanks was even better. I had a job. Associate at Dalton, Reed and Associates, and assistant to Ty Dalton.

And office whore.

And sometimes elevator slut. I got used to elevator slut pretty quickly.

I walk out the elevator and his office is empty. But the new door to his surprise room is cracked open. I walk through and am blinded by the beauty. Floor-to-ceiling windows have a stunning view of the city, the carpet is thick, plush, soft as anything I’ve ever walked on.

The whole room is a bed.

A desk and bench and boxes of La Perla and what must be toys sit against the wall.

It’s so beautiful I almost cry asTysteps towards me from the corner.

“So?” he asks.

“It’s beautiful.” He takes the box from my arms- “I opened it. Champagne and strawberries for us. I could use a drink.”

“To celebrate?” he asks.

“Of course.” He wraps me in his arms and kisses me, hard and wet and perfect.

“I can’t believe you opened it without me. Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

“Show me.”

He takes my hand and his face turns white. “Where is it?”

“What?”

“The ring.”

I catch my breath. What did he say?

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