Page 4 of Dad's Best Friend Boss
“Yes. I’m fine, sir,” I say as I tear my gaze away from his mesmerizing eyes, but it glides over his square chin, broad chest, and flat belly before it settles on the floor. A slight movement in his pants catches my attention, but I resist the urge to look at his waist.
Henry, on the other hand, doesn’t bother to take his eyes off me. They focus on me like x-rays, scanning and examining me. The air feels so charged for the next second that I can’t stand it any longer. But thankfully, the elevator door opens.
Again I can’t wait to get out of it. Taking large gulps of air as I walk.
The next minute, I’m inside Henry’s Mercedes Benz. I’ve never seen him driving this car, although I know he owned it. He only used it when he had to meet with clients, saying it boosted their confidence in him. When he visited our house, he would drive the old Honda he had owned forever. He loved that car and called it his wife jokingly.
Speaking of a wife, I’m again puzzled by the fact that the man is still single. He’s successful and hot and has never been short of girlfriends— he used to come to our house with a different woman each time. Many of them were models or actresses, and most of them were gorgeous. But they never lasted.
But that is not to say Henry has never had any long-term relationships. In fact, he was with a school teacher for many years. I remember the woman coming to my birthday parties until I was still in elementary school. And then they broke up and she married the principal of her school. Henry was quite devastated and he drank a lot. Maybe that was the reason he never dated anymore. The possibility brings sympathy for the man and I can’t help stealing glances at him.
Even his profile looks handsome with the high cheekbone and chiseled chin, not to mention the straight nose. My gosh. What the hell is happening to me? I’m no different from Adrianna, practically drooling over my boss.
“Are you okay?” Henry turns to look at me casually.
“Yeah I am,” I lie. The truth is I’m feeling very strange. The traffic is as terrible as always downtown, and it takes us ten minutes to get on the freeway. Once on the freeway, we’re barely moving.
I sigh, close my eyes, pretend to nap, and soon fall into oblivion.
“Mila,” a male’s voice whispers into my ear gently. “Wake up.”
I grumble. “No. Please, let me sleep.”
Instead of leaving me alone, the man gathers me into his arms and carries me out of the car. Minutes later, he lays me down on a comfortable bed. “Sleep for as long as you want, sweetheart,” he says.
He’s going to leave me but I don’t let go of his hand. “Stay with me,” I beg.
He hesitates for a second. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
He nods and unbuttons his shirt. His tan, muscular muscles are so beautiful that I coo at the sight. After he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, my center aches. OMG. He’s so gorgeous in those tiny white briefs. I stare at the hard bulge hidden behind the fabric and bite my lip.
“Stop doing that, angel,” he grunts as he gets onto the bed.
I shimmy out of my skirt and let him touch my long legs. “I’ve wanted to do this forever,” he says. His hands glide up my smooth skin, sending shivers all over my body.
I feel wet between my thighs, and I spread them wider, hoping he will discover my desire for him. But he doesn’t seem to know what I want. His hands move to my back instead and roam over there. He finds my bra clasp and releases it. I gasp when the force holding my swelling flesh disappears suddenly, and I’m exposed.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as he gazes at my girly mounds with lustful blue eyes.
I feel shy. I’ve never been ogled by any man like that before. Andres, my first and last hookup in college, wasn’t that impressed when he saw me the first time, and he wasn’t enthusiastic when he touched me either. As a result, we didn’t go further than third base. I wished I were a man when Adres informed me later he was bisexual and preferred guys more than girls. But not anymore. I’m glad I didn’t give my first time to someone who didn’t cherish me. Because this man is a hundred times more attractive than Andres. I don’t wait to hook my arms around the man’s neck and press my lips on his. I moan when he deepens our kiss, his velvety tongue caressing my mouth.
“Mmm,” I moan loudly. When he stops kissing me, I whisper, “Fuck me, sir!”
He doesn’t hesitate to take off his briefs and take out his thick manhood. I spread my legs even wide, waiting for him to penetrate my virgin barrier.
“Wake up, Mila,” a deep voice rumbles in my ear.
My eyes fly open and I see Henry’s sparkling blue eyes gazing at me with amusement. I look around and realize I’m still in his car, which is parked on a hilly street.
I’m hugging myself tightly, and I’m damp between my thighs. Holy shit. A wet dream in my boss’s car? This is insane, not to mention inappropriate. I suck in a breath and sit up straight. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I fell asleep.”
“It’s okay,” Henry says.
“Did I, err… say anything in my sleep?” I ask embarrassedly while unbuckling my seatbelt.
He pauses for a second. “You mumbled something, but I couldn’t make out the words.”
