Page 4 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

He stood, tossing a few bills onto the bar, then extended a hand.

“Let’s get out of here.”

A rush of heat swept through me. I didn’t hesitate.

I slipped my fingers into his, letting him pull me toward the door.

The night air was cool against my flushed skin as we stepped outside. I didn’t even get a chance to say anything before Samuel had me backed against the brick wall, hands braced on either side of me.

“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong.”

I curled my fingers into the front of his shirt, tugging him closer. “You’re not.”

His mouth crashed against mine, all heat and hunger, and I sank into it, letting the fire take over.

After everything I’d been through, this was what I wanted.

No strings. No complications.

Justthis.

Samuel pulled back just enough to search my face, his breath warm against my lips. His hand skimmed my waist like he was savoring the moment.

“Come with me,” he murmured.

My pulse thundered. But there was no hesitation, no second-guessing.

I nodded.

His fingers laced through mine, a quiet confidence in the way he led me down the street, past the familiar brightness of The Medford Inn’s sign.

The warmth of his touch sent a slow, steady ache through me, anticipation tightening in my chest.

Inside, the air smelled faintly of cedar. It was clean, welcoming even. The front desk was empty at first, but then she appeared, moving from the back room with effortless grace.

Nancy Hayes.

Even after all these years, she hadn’t changed much.

She still carried that quiet strength, her silver-streaked hair twisted into an elegant knot, her sharp eyes scanning us like she already knew exactly what we were doing here.

“Samuel,” she greeted, a knowing smile playing at her lips.

He dipped his head. “Evening, Nancy.”

Her gaze flickered to me, curiosity sparking behind it.

“Sadie Collins,” she said smoothly, folding her hands over the counter. “Now, there’s a name I haven’t heard in a while.”

A warmth spread through me, nostalgia laced with a strange heaviness.

I forced a smirk. “Guess I couldn’t stay away forever.”

Nancy hummed, her eyes twinkling like she held a thousand untold secrets.

“I suppose not.” She turned her attention back to Samuel, arching a brow. “You need a room?”

“One night,” he confirmed, slipping a few bills onto the counter without hesitation.

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