Page 551 of Savage Bosses

After Charles left the restaurant the other night, I wanted to ask King what he meant by me being his Queen. Whenever I bought it up, he would change the subject. At some point during the night, I stopped asking, but it didn’t mean I forgot.

When we were alone, King was true to his word. We ordered dinner. We talked about business strategy and decided which potential clients I would set up meetings for. When we finished our meal, he drove me home since I’d taken a car service to the dinner.

As we pulled up, he stopped the car and put it in park. “Are you upset about your date?”

Now he fucking asks how I feel?

“Not really. I’m still confused about why you would interrupt my dinner like that. You know, we could have talked about all those things tomorrow at the office.”

His fingers drummed against the steering wheel. “Tonight was better. Why aren’t you upset about your date?” He pressed me to answer, but I wasn’t sure how to respond.

Was I okay with the interruption because I wasn’t really interested in Charles?

Maybe I was simply trying to test the waters. See if there was truly another man out there for me. Someone other than King.

Just the thought of being with him should repulse me, but it didn’t.

And that was the hardest part of this whole damn situation. I shouldn’t want him, but I do.

So, when he showed up tonight at the restaurant, I took it as a sign. Could it be that he felt what I felt? Did he want the same thing I did? To be together?

Shaking my head, I refocused on the conversation. “Because it turns out he wasn’t the man for me. Why be upset about something that was probably going nowhere? You probably chose the best, and worst, possible time to interrupt us. I thought he would be good to know, but I’m over it now.” Looking over at King’s profile as he stared out the front window, I wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. My fingers itched to sift through the dark strands of his hair. Would his touch make me moan and whimper the way I did in my dreams?

Would I ever get over this desire for him?

“Are you lonely, Nyla?”

“Um…” his question threw me off. Why would he ask that? I tried to hide how I felt about him. Leaving work each night, I went to an empty home. No one was there waiting for me. I had no one to wrap me in their arms. Yet, my dreams were filled with visions of the man in front of me. He was the last man I should be thinking about that way. “That’s an odd question to ask. Don’t you think that’s a bit personal?”

Finally, he turned to me. His gaze dropped to my lips before lifting back to look into my eyes. I felt my pussy pulse with need. “No, not at all. We’ve been with each other for so long now, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard of you dating or having a man. Maybe I’m just curious as to what changed. So, I’m asking again. Are you lonely?”

This was a side of King I hadn’t seen before. Was he actually asking me a question? Trying to get to know me after all this time? “King, I don’t think we need to have this conversation right now.” He never took his eyes off me, and I felt pressured to answer. “I’m not lonely, but when I’m not at work, I spend too much time alone. My life centers around work. But work doesn’t rub my feet or bring me a glass of wine or give me…” I stopped speaking. There was no way in hell I was going to finish that thought. Telling King that work can’t give me an orgasm was not something I would say out loud.

“Work can’t give you what?”

Despite his intense gaze, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off him. “It doesn’t matter. I answered your question. Listen, it’s been a long night. We both have to be in the office early tomorrow. I would say thank you for dinner…”

“You’re welcome,” he said with a smile.

“But I won’t,” I continued, “because you’re not the man I was supposed to end this night with.” Not that I would have slept with Charles, but my words were technically true.

“Oh, so you were planning to fuck tonight? I don’t think that would have been a good idea. He’s not good enough for you. Never would have been able to handle you. Not him. Not in a million years.”

The way his eyes raked over my body caused a shiver of awareness to run along my skin. My mind couldn’t help thinking he would most definitely be able to handle me. Fuck, I needed to get out of this car. Then my pussy took over my mouth. “And just who do you think would be able to handle me?”

“Oh, Nyla, I think you already know the answer to that question,” he whispered as we sat cocooned in his car. Reaching over with one hand, he brushed one finger down my cheek and over my bottom lip, caressing the flesh. The tip of my tongue peaked out, lightly brushing against the skin of his thumb.

My heart was beating so fast against my chest. I wanted to lean over, press my lips against his, and tell him all the ways I wanted him to fuck me. My pussy pulsed with need, slickness pooling in my panties. “King…” I began, but he pulled back, leaning away from me.

I watched him exit the car and come to my side. He opened the door and then took my hand to help me out. As we walked to the front door of my quaint little house, I was prepared for him to ask to come inside for a nightcap. Hell, I was ready to skip the nightcap and go right to my bedroom. The little prayer I sent up to whoever was listening to please let him have a big dick made me smile.

We stopped, and he looked down at me. His blue eyes took in my face, his hands lifted to my shoulders before rubbing along my arms. Just his touch made my entire body tingle. Of course, he’d touched me before, but those were fleeting touches or when he put his large, warm hand on the small of my back when we were at events.

This? This was much more intentional. I felt my body melting under his touch.

“Get some sleep, Nyla. We have a lot to do.”

Wait? What? That was it? Was he seriously going to leave?

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