Page 25 of Like a Boss

Stop being so nosy!

I press send before I talk some sense into my heated brain.

Just when I think I’ve overstepped a line, my phone dings.

Where are you?

You’ll never find me. Have a nice weekend.

This is getting me nowhere, and he’s ruining my high.

Try not to make any decisions you’ll regret when sober.

Squeaking, I duck low and look around me. The girl next to me almost certainly thinks I’ve lost my mind.

How would he know I’m faced with a decision? And how does he know I’m drunk?

There is no way he’s here, I reason. This is not his scene. And besides, it’s not like he’s interested in me and my movements. He’s hardly spoken to me all week. I toss my phone into my bag and quickly make a beeline for the door as I need to get out of this stifling room.

The moment I push open the door, I bump straight into someone, and déjà vu hits me so hard I almost fall to the floor. The same warm hands steady me, the same perfume assaults my brain, and the same feelings overwhelm my entire body. I feel like I’m going to explode.

Peering up, I see the impassioned indigo eyes of my Tiger. He looks incredible, and suddenly, nothing else exists but him. I trip over my tongue, not knowing what to say. But he fills in the silence by abruptly pushing me up against the wall, caging me in with his arms up by my head.

I’m dazed, surprised, and so unbelievably turned on; I don’t even know what to do. Anyone can see us out here in the long open corridor, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Found you,” he growls, lowering his lips to my ear. “The question is, now that I’ve found you, whatever should I do?”

I can think of only one thing. And so can he.

I reach for him the moment he reaches for me, and we frantically meet halfway, smashing our lips in a union of wanton desire. This kiss is not sweet, nor do we take it slow. We’re all tongue and teeth, but a kiss has never been more perfect. Our first kiss is everything I thought it would be and more.

I tug at his T-shirt, desperate to feel his flesh against mine, but he reaches for my hand and slams it above my head. The dominant move drives me wild, and I thrust my chest against his. He fists his free hand into my loose hair, securing a firm grip, angling my mouth to suit his demanding tongue.

I’m enclosed in Tiger’s cage, and I never want to be set free.

I’m swept away by his rough, lust-filled kisses, I can hardly breathe, but who needs air because before this kiss, I was barely living. His supple lips seal firmly over mine, his fierce tongue fucking me passionately, reminding me of the inferno his tongue left between my legs. The memory has me whimpering into hismouth, shamelessly demanding an encore. But he abruptly ends the kiss.

Pinning me with a no-nonsense stare, he states, “Talk to the Ken Doll again, and he’ll be looking for a new job.”

I cry out when he audaciously presses his knee against my core.

“Such sweetness, Bluebird, but yet, such fierceness too.” He thumbs my trembling bottom lip.

He called me Bluebird. He does care.

The fact leaves me needy, and I swoop forward for another kiss. But he’s still restraining me. I groan, which elicits a laugh from him. He is enjoying my frustration.

Not caring how desperate I sound, I gripe, “You’ve been mean to me all week. How about you cut me some slack?”

“Me? Mean?” He fakes shock, a trace of a grin lighting up his handsome face. “Ms. Young, I’m utterly offended.”

“You’re an utter pig,” I retort, fruitlessly pulling from his grip.

He chuckles deeply, untroubled by my insult. “What I’d like to do to that smart mouth of yours.”

“I dare you,” I challenge, feeling my heart race. For once, he looks speechless. “What’s wrong,sir? Cat got your tongue?”

“I’d rather you have it,” he grunts before swooping forward and slamming his lips over mine.

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