Page 23 of Boss Me Not

Finally, Wyatt’s shoulders dropped, and he turned toward the young guy.

“You’re back?”

“Yeah. I decided there was something missing in Boston.” He chuckled. “Guess this place is starting to grow on me.”

My breath hitched, and although Steven didn’t catch it, I didn’t miss how Wyatt glanced over at me.

“I’m going to run out and grab some food. Probably pizza from Starlight Pi or maybe Big Chowder this time. What can I bring you two back?”

Before I lost the nerve, or maybe even the chance, I spoke up. “Thought I was going with you?”

Wyatt’s gaze spun back to me and his brows rose. “If that’s what you want.” He tipped his head toward the front door. “You ready? Paul’s waiting out front.”

Now it was my turn to smirk. Oh. Confident, was he? Odd since I wasn’t sure about this insane plan. Or what the hell he was even offering me. He knew I wasn’t agreeing to casual sex with my boss, right? And, of course, I couldn’t say any of that in front of Steven.

Wyatt turned back to the young guy again. “Mind holding down the fort? I’ll bring you your normal back from Big Chowder?”

“Yeah, no problem, and my usual is fine. Thank you.”

I walked around the counter, and the minute my feet hit the tiled foyer in front of the desk, I froze. My skin broke out in gooseflesh as Wyatt’s heated stare trailed down the black dress I wore and landed on my knee-high black heeled boots. They usually made me feel sexy, but with his hooded stare, that feeling was so much stronger.

“Let’s go.” The gruffness of his voice made it even better.

I loved the feeling of affecting him like this so much. And as he waved me in front of him toward the front door, I wondered if he knew or understood that.

Once outside, my heels tapped against the concrete as we made our way to the street where Paul was parked. He glanced down at my boots again and his jaw clenched.

“Is this like the thing that happened on Friday? Where my boobs in the sweater I wore were such a distraction you couldn’t focus on what I was saying?”

His gaze raised to my face, and he stopped, suddenly turning to me. “Yes. You in come-fuck-me boots is definitely making my good intentions for tonight hard to remember.”

I tilted my head. “Good intentions?”

“Yes. Taking you out on a date and keeping my hands to myself.”

I smiled. “But what if I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself?”

He quickly crowded my space, his breath dancing along my skin as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “And where exactly do you want my hands?”

Heat rose into my face, a stark contrast to the chill air around us. “Anywhere on my bare skin.”

He trailed one finger down my arm and a shiver raced through me. I didn’t know whether it was the cold March air or his touch or both. Regardless, that simple touch already had me wanting more.

“Come on, you’re cold. I have a jacket in the car.” He threaded his fingers through mine and pulled me forward.

Once inside, Paul looked over his shoulder at me with a smile. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too.”

Wyatt held his jacket open for me, and I slipped my arms through the sleeves.

His hand found my knee. “Art on the Square first, Paul.”

“Got it.” Paul pulled away from the hotel.

“Art on the Square?” I asked.

“Yeah. Local artist. Love her stuff.”

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