Page 82 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
I laughed, because I knew it was pure drama on his part. It wasn't just Apollo who weighed more than that box, but me too, and he apparently had no problem carrying me from the police station to his car, and then from the car to his room when I was drugged.
Apart from that, the day before I had had great proof of his physical conditioning capacity.
The image of that body made of well-toned muscles invaded my mind and I had to take a deep breath to get rid of the sensation it caused between my legs. I couldn't wait to do it again, this time without the uncomfortable pain of the first time.
“Dear...” my grandmother said, as soon as she hung up the phone. “I'm going to need to go to the bank. Can you take care of things here for me for a few minutes?”
“Of course, grandma,” I replied.
From inside the warehouse, Michael shouted back, “Take your time, Jenna. When you get back, I'll have already put all these boxes away.”
She laughed and agreed, leaving the store while leaving a piece of advice in the air, “Be sensible and behave in my absence.”
I felt my face heat up at that comment. Michael’s head popped around the storage room door, looking in the direction my grandmother had left and then back at me.
“What did she mean by that? Did she read my thoughts about the things I want to do to you among these books?”
That made my face even hotter. I imagined that my face was almost the same shade as my hair.
“I don't know what kind of thoughts you had, but when you arrived you said you had come to work.”
“I can put away these half dozen boxes in five minutes, and that will give us some free time until your grandmother gets back.”
I pointed to the wall behind me, lined from end to end with shelves, each crammed with books.
“I still have all these here to box up.”
He huffed, looking genuinely frustrated.
“Damn. I don't think there will be time for everything I want to do with you. But at least there will be time for this.”
He came to me and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Then, he joined his lips to mine, giving me the hot kiss I had been wanting to receive since he got here.
I loved the way his tongue took possession of mine, I loved feeling his scent and the touch of his hands sliding down my back. Obviously, I took the opportunity to do the same with mine, sliding them down to that ass that I loved so much.
I think I already loved too many things about that man.
With our bodies practically glued together, I could feel the bulge under his pants getting harder and that almost made me throw my mind to hell, but I tried to keep my sanity in check and forced myself to move away from him. I needed to take a few deep breaths to catch my breath and manage to say something, “Boxes. Let's go back to the boxes.”
“Fucking boxes...” he complained, but soon laughed.
He gave me another kiss on the lips — this time, for our own safety, it was just a quick peck — and went back to helping me with my work. He was about to pick up another one of the boxes when his cell phone rang.
And he was probably waiting for some important message, because he dropped everything he was doing and took the device out of his pocket. A smile appeared on his lips when he read the message.
“Do you already have plans for Saturday, my love?” he asked.
My love?
What did he want? To finish me off?
“I never do. Is there an important social event that Michael Turner needs to attend with his fiancée?”
“The most important event of all will be coming up. Janet got me an injunction so that I can spend a few hours with my daughter away from the Harris house on the weekends. I'll be able to take her on outings.”
I noticed a change in his tone of voice, showing that he was overcome with emotion. That infected me and I dropped the books I was holding back on the shelf, running in his direction to hug him.
He picked me up, lifting my feet off the ground and spinning me around.
