Page 9 of Boss Daddy

Chapter 4

Erin

I’m the boss.

His words echo in my mind. God, it’s only been half an hour and I can’t stop thinking about him.

I’m the boss, and you dowhat I say.

My eyes flash open.

That wasn’t part of the interview.

I close my eyes again, and I’m back at the bar, seated close to Samuel, and we’re alone.

“Got it,” I say. “You’re the boss.”

He stands up, closing the distance between us. He is looming over me. “You do what I say. For example, if I tell you to bend over that bar and pull your jeans down, you do it.”

The train ride home is short but louder than I would have liked. Although, coming from Chicago, the trains in Denver are cleaner, and I don’t have to worry as much about being accosted in any way. I grip the metal pole, my fingers cold and tense, andsway with the motion of the train. The E line, cutting through downtown Denver, is headed toward my neighborhood on the outer edge of the city—a place no one visits unless they live there or they’re looking for trouble.

“Yes,” I say, back in the fantasy.

“Yeswhat?”

I know what he wants to hear. I know it in my bones. “Yes,sir.”

I rise from the bar stool and flash him a wicked grin before turning around and placing my palms on the cool, lacquered surface of the bar.

“Bend over.”

I do as I’m told, sticking my ass out for him. My panties are soaked, my heart racing. He grabs me by the hips, pulling me against him. I can feel his cock through his pants, stiff and thick.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen,” he says. “You’re going to pull your jeans down. And then I’m going to make you come,hard.”

“Yes,sir.”

His hand moves up my hip. “But you’re not going to come until I say so. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Now. Pull down your jeans.”

I unbutton and unzip, then slide the tight denim down my legs. The air of the bar is cool against my bare skin. I feel his hands slide down slowly, grabbing onto the sides of my panties and pulling them down.

Then I feel his warm hardness against my hot liquid core and—

“Next stop, Central West.”

Shit, that’s my stop. I’m brought back to the real world.

My mind’s been a mess the entire ride, spinning around one thought—my new boss is the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Samuel Holt. His voice is as smooth as good whiskey and just as dangerous. His smile, lazy and confident, like he knows exactly what it does to me. Eyes that are smoldering, dark, and capable of setting my whole body on fire with one look. Broad shoulders with hard muscles, effortless strength in every movement. My heart still hasn’t slowed down; it’s pounding like it’s trying to break free from my chest.

I pull out my phone and reread his text for the tenth time, biting my lip.

Report at 7 o’clock tomorrow night. Ben will get you up to speed.

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