Page 25 of Sending Nudes to My Boss

“A bouquet of chicken nuggets?” Dot asks through peals of laughter. “Who does that?”

“Me. If that’s what you wanted.”

“But how?”

“Step one: Acquire chicken nuggets and wooden skewers. Step two: Stab chicken nuggets with the skewers. Step three: Arrange chicken nugget skewers in a bouquet. Pretty simple, actually.”

“Wow. That’s…an actual plan. You’ve really thought this through.”

“I’m just creatively inspired whenever you’re around,” I reply.

And I’d move heaven and earth just to make you smile.

I kiss Dot deeply on the lips, tongue caressing hers. My cock grows hard, but I have no intention of changing my mind about only giving Dot pleasure for a while, not receiving pleasure. The first time we had sex, it happened the wrong way. I want to wait a while before we try that again. I want to show her that I’m not using her…and that hell will freeze over before I’m ever bored of her.

When we finish the kiss, Dot looks dazed.

“I like bluebonnets,” she says.

“Bluebonnets?”

“My favorite flower. The state flower of Texas. Easy to find them on the hills, just growing wild wherever they want, the spring.”

I nod. I’ve lived in Texas all my life, so I’m well aware of bluebonnets…but it’s not a flower people give as a gift. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them in a flower shop.

“But I don’t want flowers from you,” Dot clarifies. “I’m not really a ‘receiving flowers’ kind of woman, to be honest. There’s just…too much history there. I just wanted you to know my favorite. So that you have one more bit of information about me.”

“Thank you for sharing that. I want all of the information there is to know about you,” I tell her. “I’ll spend the rest of my days learning about you, Dot.”

“You really mean that, don’t you?” she asks with bewilderment.

“I do. And I intend to show you. I just need you to give me time. Deal?”

She nods.

“Deal.”

EPILOGUE

ONE WEEK LATER

“I love you.”

It’s only been a week since I sent those pictures to my boss, and I never imagined being able to say these three little words to him so soon.

I was set on taking things slow. But William doesn’t seem to understand the meaning of slow when it comes to us. Within a couple of days, he was practically moving me into his house. Not that I’m complaining, because William lives in a beautiful ranch house just outside of Wild Bronco, far out enough that the lights of the city don’t conceal the twinkling stars. At night, we’ve been sitting on his porch. My uptight, formal boss is all relaxed in the evenings with me, and I’m still getting used to seeing him in a pair of worn out jeans and cowboy boots.

I had no idea that he owned a place like this.

Just like he had no idea about my photography business and my big dreams.

Now that he does, though, he keeps trying to get me to let him help me with my business. After I let slip that I was trying to buy a specific kind of camera and lighting setup, the equipment arrived at my studio the very next day. He must have placedthe order after I fell asleep in his arms and sprang for express shipping.

When I said my business’s website was a huge mess, he got the person who did his law firm’s website on the phone and now I’ve got a meeting with them next week to talk about it.

The biggest thing he’s done, though, is get Heather Mayes to take down all her fake negative reviews. I didn’t realize how badly those one star reviews were hurting my business until they were deleted. Suddenly, I was receiving so many emails and phone calls that I didn’t know how to keep up. At this rate, I’ll need to raise my prices. And I’llstillbe booked until the middle of next year!

I’m scared, though. What if this is all a temporary phase? What if William stops loving me? Then I’ll be without a lover, without a job, and without all of this added support for my small business.

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