Page 4 of How to Marry the Boss

In a matter of seconds I feel my heart sink into my stomach. Did he really just say that about me?

I’ve been a fool.

I feel my throat clench, and my eyes begin to well up with tears.

Present day

KH Industries

Dallas, Texas

Jake

If there’s a hell on earth, it would be pretending I don’t have a hard-on for my best friend’s little sister.

Ever since Mia Knight turned seventeen, I’d been unable to ignore the obvious fact she’d become a woman. For the longest time, I only saw her as my best friend, Jonathan Knight’s, kid sister.

I was over at the Knights’ family home one day when I noticed Mia outside sunbathing beside the pool. Once I caught sight of the beauty in her ocean-blue bikini that hid nothing, I couldn’t look away. Her milky skin glowed against the beaming sun. Her hourglass shape, that I didn’t realize was there until that moment, was on full display.

Holy fuck. When did that happen?

From that moment on, she only needed to walk into my line of sight, and my dick would instantly harden. But I never acted on my sexual instincts. How could I? She was jailbait, a minor. At least until she turned eighteen. But even then, I’m nine years her senior. At the time, I felt like a pervert. Yet that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about her in the process. And when I did, I chose to venture out for a faceless Ms. Right-Now to pretend she was her, and drown in that temporary pleasure.

At Mia’s party, Jonathan had made it very clear to our friend group, including me, that we weren’t allowed to pursue his littlesister. And rightfully so. If I were in his shoes, I’d do the same thing. She was barely legal, young and impressionable to the world, and the last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt by any of us.

Despite the fact I was already hiding my feelings for her, I chose to assure my friend group, including J, she’d never crossed my mind and never would. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing my friendship and partnership with Jonathan.

When she announced to her family she’d be attending Cambridge, rather than the local community college she’d seemed to be set on, I was surprised. But I was also secretly relieved. Like a temptation had been taken away from view.

But now that she’s in her early twenties, my thinking, along with the dynamic, has changed. The age-gap between us doesn’t seem as pressing as it had when she was a teen. At least from my perspective. Maybe now Jonathan could be more lenient. She isn’t a kid anymore, and he no longer has any say over her.

I sit in my office, overlooking paperwork in an effort to calm my anxiety. But I fail when I realize I’ve read the same line three times. Shaking my head, I give up and lean against my leather chair. Each minute that passes, each second that gets me closer to her, seems like an eternity. Today is the day I get to see her—in person—after so long.

The last image I have of her was at her party. Four years have gone by, yet I remember only one part like it was yesterday. That tight bodice of the dress she wore. How it emphasized every curve I’d wanted to touch, lick, and kiss for so long. Jesus, I still get a rush just thinking about it. My cock is at full salute.

When Jonathan told me she’d decided to move back to Texas and work for our company, KH Industries, I was surprised. Surely she would have wanted to make a permanent life for herself in London. Did graduating from university change hermind? Could Jonathan have made her an offer she couldn’t refuse? Whatever the case, I’m excited and nervous all at once.

Shaking my head, I try to think of something else—anything else—to get the image of her riding her pussy on my face off my mind.

Think of something boring. Numbers. The purple dinosaur on that kid show. Grandma naked.

My thoughts are put to an abrupt halt when I hear the ringtone of my phone go off. Grabbing hold of the device from my desk, I look at the caller ID. Jonathan.

I answer the call. “Hey, man. You guys on your way here?”

“Yep,” he responds. “just dropped off her luggage at her place, so I’ll be pulling into the parking lot in a few.”

“Cool. See you then.” I hang up before walking out of my office and outside the front entrance of the building.

Don’t get this worked up. There’s no telling if she feels the same way I do.

That’s right. I’m just her older brother’s best friend and nothing more. If that’s how she feels about me, which is more than likely true, then there’s no need to complicate things. Besides, love and relationships aren’t my strong suit. I learned that one the hard way a long time ago.

Just as I walk out into the bright sunlight, Jonathan’s car—a slick, black Mercedes—comes to a stop a few feet away. I walk quickly to the car and open the passenger side door.

“Hi, Mia. Long time, no—” What I see in the passenger seat is someone I wasn’t expecting.

Instead of the young adolescent I once knew, in front of me now sits a fully bloomed young woman. Her dark hair is styled in a slightly messy bun with a few carefully placed, strands that outline her oval face. Her vivid blue eyes, similar to her siblings’, are as bright as the sky on a cloudless day. Everything about her screams maturity, grace, and beauty.

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