Page 4 of Hard Boss

“Am I your bodyguard?” I ask, and he laughs.

“Maybe I just want an excuse to share a room with you?” he asks.

“Mhmm. We both know she only books one bed for that room, Wilder.”

“I know she did. I saw the reservation this morning,” he says. “But last time I woke up with her on top of me, and I’d rather cut my own dick off.”

“Well, I won’t do that,” I laugh.

“Aww. Does this mean you’ll be my roomie and not argue?”

“I’m sure there’s a couch I can curl up on,” I shrug.

“Mhmm. Come over here so we can do your paperwork,” he says, patting my thigh before standing up. I take my coffee and walk over with him to sit behind his desk. He has me sit in his seat and my breath catches when he puts his hand on the desk beside meand leans over to type. I can feel the heat of his body and it shuts my brain down. “Okay… So, just finish filling this out. I did most of it for you.”

“Mhmm,” I choke out.

“Breathe, Macie,” he whispers in my ear before poking me in the side. I yelp and turn to smack him for tickling me. He laughs and catches my hands. “Seriously. Are you okay being this close to me?”

“W-what do you mean?” I ask.

“Moving in with me. Being by my side,” he says. “I know you are okay with being physically close to me.”

“I… Uh… Yeah. I’m okay,” I say, tripping over my words.

“Good,” he says with a smile, squeezing my hands. “Six months, and I’ll have you take over her role as well.”

“Is she going to murder me?” I ask.

“Mmm. No, but she will be bitter for a while,” he says. “Maybe she will quit.”

“One can only hope,” I laugh.

“I’ll go away so I’m not distracting you,” he says. “Do that and then we can go to lunch.”

“She’s going to invite herself, isn’t she?”

“Probably,” he laughs. “But… this isn’t a business meeting.”

“Which means?”

“Which means she will have to pay for herself. We are not on company time, so it’s not favoritism to still pay for you.”

“I can pay for myself,” I frown.

“I’m sure you can, but I’m paying for you,” he says.

“If I have to live with you, can I pay you rent?” I ask, and he laughs as he walks away. “Fine. I’ll just deposit money into your account, since I’ll have access.”

“You better not.” Wilder turns and frowns at me.

“Funny you think you can control me,” I say with a grin as I turn back to the computer.

“Brat,” he mutters.

“I heard that, asshole,” I laugh.

“Watch it, Macie. I know you better than you think,” he says with a devious smile. I narrow my eyes at him but choose to leave it alone and focus on my paperwork. He chuckles and sits on the couch with his laptop. He is relaxed and I don’t get it. How canhe be so flirty and just move on like it’s nothing? Does he not get attached to people, or is my obsession with him insane? Fuck, I really need to move on and stop fantasizing about him.

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