Page 37 of Like a Boss

Dylan’s mouth twitches. “Ex-husband.”

I can’t hide my surprise because he did it. He signed the divorce papers. I don’t want to get my hopes up that he did so because of me.

“Your resume is very impressive. How are you at taking orders?”

The walls suddenly close in on me.

“Because I demand perfection and exercise control in everything I do.”

He stands, removing his jacket, while I swallow past the lump in my throat.

“Do you think you can handle that?”

I remain posed and nod coolly. “Yes. But as for taking orders, it all depends on what you demand.”

“Oh, I am very demanding, Ms. Young.”

“So am I.”

He saunters toward me while I cross my legs. His eyes instantly focus on the heels I’m wearing—the same ones I wore when he fucked me senseless.

“I don’t like to lose.”

“Well, I like a challenge.”

His lips twitch. “Seems like a disaster waiting to happen.”

Before I can reply, he drops to his knees before me, and the gesture touches me—he surrenders to me.

“But I’m game if you are. The job is yours if you want it.”

“Oh, I want.” I’m suddenly not talking about the job.

Dylan kisses up my leg slowly, his devilish mouth sending goose bumps all over me. He takes his time, and I watch because the sight is simply hot. He carefully shifts the hem of my dress, but I grip his wrist, shaking my head.

“But I don’t sleep with the boss.”

“Then you’re fired,” he says, lips pressed against my inner thigh.

“But that would be an unfair dismissal? Whatever would HR say?”

“Fuck HR.”

He works his way up my body and slams his mouth to mine. Our kisses are laced with nothing but desire, but the undertone is now different—it’s paved with a possibility of new beginnings.

I yank at his hair as I circle his tongue with mine and just as he walks his hand up my thigh, I pull away.

“I accept your terms, Mr. Fox.”

I push him back, relishing in the way he falls onto the carpet, surprised I said no. But it’s going to take a lot more than some roses and kind words to forget what he did.

“Can I get you a coffee?”

He doesn’t bother rising from the floor. Nor does he hide his erection. For once in this relationship, I’m the one in control. How the tables have turned.

“Yes, black.”

“Anything else?” I ask sweetly while he clenches his jaw.

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