Page 43 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

I shouldn’t have let myself find out just how beautifully she comes apart on my face and my fingers. I’m willing to bet she’s even more beautiful coming on a monster’s cock. What a fucking travesty she didn’t even know what she was capable of. Whoever fucked her in the past did a pitiful job of it, that’s for sure.

What’s worse, he clearly made her feel as if she couldn’t even explore these things alone.

I definitely should not go back in there and show her how a real monster fucks. I’ve already done enough. I’ve done far too much for my own sanity.

What the hell do I do next week?

I can’t keep her on as my assistant. Not now.

I’ll set her up with a great severance package and make some calls. I have no doubt we’ll find her an excellent position once this is all over.

It’s a shame. The more I’ve gotten to know her, the more I can see she’d be a loyal and dedicated employee for the right boss. Unfortunately, it’s also becoming obvious I’d have trouble keeping my hands off her. Best for everyone if I put temptation out of my way. The last thing I need right now is a scandal like that.

I make one more circuit of the garden, then steel myself to go back inside. When I do, I’m in no way prepared for what greets me.

Justine is huddled on the bed visibly shivering. She has retrieved her clothes, but they’re clearly not doing enough, even with the fire I lit in the hearth. She sniffs. To top it all off she’s crying.

I made her cry.

God, I’m an ass.

I shut the door quickly and go sit on the bed beside her. I have on only a light jacket, but I strip it off and tuck it around her for an extra layer of warmth. “Hey, what are the tears for, Traffic Lights?” I try to keep my tone gentle. It probably comes out gruffer than I intended, though.

She sniffs again, wiping at her face. “I’m sorry.”

I sigh. “Now stop that. You’re the one crying. Tell me what I did. If I hurt you or if I did something you didn’t want you’ve got to tell me.” For an awful moment I wait for her to answer.

Have I just sexually assaulted an employee?

“Was it that bad?” she whispers.

I blink. “I’m sorry?”

“Me. Was I that bad?”

“Bad?” I snort in astonishment. Then I realize what my walking out must have looked like. I curse myself. “No! No, Justine. You were perfect. I just couldn’t...” I shake my head. “I couldn’t stay here and not fuck you.”

There. I’ve said it. It was rash, but what was I supposed to do?

She turns to stare at me. “You couldn’t?”

“Lord knows I should have more self-control. I’m the one who just broke my own rules after all. Trampled them into the dust more like.”

Justine stares at me a moment longer. “Really?”

I nod solemnly.

Her watery smile turns into a giggle. She wipes at her face. “That’s not the first time.”

“Huh?”

“It’s not the first time you broke the rules.”

I frown. “I seem to recall it was you kissing me in the spa, Traffic Lights. Not the other way around.”

She shakes her head. “Not that. In bed. When you were having nightmares.” There’s that adorable flush on her cheeks. “You grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”

A twinge of pain in my chest. I’d pushed that worry down after it happened and refused to think about it again. Apparently, we need to talk about it now. “What do you mean I grabbed you?” God, maybe I did sexually assault an employee.

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