Page 80 of Our Little Cliche
A smirk lifts the corner of Cyrus’s cheek and it’s here and now I can see that he clearly loves this possessive side of me that I never knew existed. Well, I guess it makes sense he would like it—it’s all he writes about.
“So sorry,” I huff condescendingly. “It’s been a long day.Somany fans… you know how it is.” She eventually takes the bag and the next horn bag moves forward, flushed in the face and looking all giddy.
Yeah, I need a break. This is getting too much.
“I’ll be back in a minute.” As the words leave my lips it almost seems as if I’ve crushed his soul—his facial expression changing from hisprofessional businessman with a poker facetosomething is wrong with Holly and I need to stop the world effective immediately to ask her what’s wrong—because he knows he can’t ask me why I need a minute until we’re alone again.
My feet lock to the floor for a moment, waiting for him to grab me by the ass and shove me into him with interlocking tongues or something, but he doesn’t, and I think a little part of me dies. I’m going to blow my cover with the way I’m looking at him right now, it’s absolutely not the way a personal assistant should be looking at her boss.
Cyrus frowns. “Okay.”
Rotating on my heels, I trot off to the restroom. “Come on Holly, pull yourself together,” I huff at the visibly wired reflection of myself in the mirror, then re-lather a coat of lip gloss and pep talk my way back out into the shit show, stopping by the door to scan over the room. I hadn’t paid much attention until now to just how many authors are here, and I haven’t even visited them. I feel like I’m at a casino, packed in like sardines to spend all their cash.
My work phone buzzes and I jolt, completely forgetting that I had it in my back pocket. I barely use it since Cyrus is rarely out of my peripheral vision these days. Leaning back against the wall by the door I flick open the message, smiling instantly.
Cyrus Stone aka Sexy Boss:
Are you okay, my love?
I don’t know how he’s managing to text me with a line of customers, and Quinn hovering around over his shoulder, but right now it’s a breath of fresh air.
Me:
I didn’t even think to text you.
Three dots appear at the bottom of my screen and something in me feels the urge to add to my message.Crap.
Me:
Yes… I’m okay. I just needed a breather.
Cyrus Stone aka Sexy Boss:
You’re very lucky you sent the second message.
Me:
Oh, why?
Cyrus Stone aka Sexy Boss:
I would have had to put you over my knee if you’d said “nothing” or “I’m fine”
Over his knee.
My heart palpitates in my chest with excitement.
Me:
Are you trying to scare me or flirt with me?
I tap the blue send button and curiosity sparks, finding myself wandering into the abyss.How many times would he spank me? Would I like it? Would he like it?It’s a moment before I get a reply, assuming he’s trying to text me without Quinn noticing and in between readers.
Cyrus Stone aka Sexy Boss:
From the color of your cheeks I’d say you know damn well I’m doing both, Miss Cate.
He can see me? I shuffle my eyes through the crowd to our table and see him sitting down.
