Page 43 of Bigfoot Boss
Sacha maneuvers me easily, setting me on the couch beside him before leaping to his feet and, still fully nude, hurrying from the cabin.
I only have a moment to wonder where he’s gone before he reappears in the doorway with a wide, terrified look in his eyes, his gaze sweeps over my frame.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
“Bailey, go to the bedroom. Right now.” Sacha’s voice is quiet but urgent.
“What’s happening?” I don’t bother to correct the straps of my dress he dislodged earlier. He doesn’t wait another second. He crosses the small room in one stride, scoops me into his arms, and carries me to my bedroom.
“Sacha!” I protest, but only verbally. I guess we are moving this to the bedroom, I guess I’m okay with a scenery change if he uses that talented tongue again.
“Bailey.” He sets me down in front of him and grasps my shoulders. His face might be more serious than I’ve ever seen him before. “Beast, I am so sorry for this. I had no idea this would happen.”
“What’s going on?” I ask.
I hear the front door of the cabin open. Sacha slams the bedroom door closed, blocking us from anyone’s vision, and preventing me from seeing who is walking into the cabin. I finally take the time to pull my dress back over my breasts.
“I didn’t know they were coming this weekend, I promise you,” he says.
“Who is out there?” I ask.
“Hello!” A peppy female voice coos from the next room. “Sacha! Come out and say hello! You can’t hide from us.”
“Son?” A gruffer masculine voice calls.
“Is that?” My throat goes dry.
“Bay, it’s my parents.”
“Your parents?” I squeak, shrinking back from him. “What should I do? Hide?” I ask. The room is small. There’s not even a closet or wardrobe to hide in. My suitcase takes up most of the empty floorspace.
“Hide?” His brows furrow.
“I could leave through the window? Find somewhere to stay in the woods until they are gone?” I suggest. “Or you could create a distraction?”
“Goodness woman, no,” he reaches for my hands, physically stopping me from crawling under the bed, “what has you thinking you need to hide?” He pulls me close, tucking an arm around my waist.
“Because we aren’t really—because the contract—I thought you didn’t want people to know—” My words get very quiet. Being in his arms, the panic in my chest is starting to subside. I let myself lean against him a little harder.
“They already know.” He speaks very low in my ear.
“What?” I whisper, the fear squeezing my stomach again. How could he tell people when I don’t even know yet what I want him to tell? “You told them?”
“No, Bailey, they can scent it.” He sighs. “Bigfoots have a much better sense of smell than humans.”
“Whatexactlyare they going to know?”
“They will already know I’m here with a woman, and the minute that you meet them, they’ll know that we—were intimate.”
My stomach turns. Fuck. “They can smell—that?”
“Yes,” he says, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know they would be here.”
“It’s okay, it’s alright,” I say, trying to convince myself more than I am trying to convince him. “So, I walk out there and meet your parents. That’s not too hard.”
I have never met a boyfriend’s parents before. Not since high school at least. I don’t usually let relationships get that serious. Breakups are easy compared to awkwardly meeting someone’s whole family over Christmas. Spending holidays alone means I don’t have to worry about buying anyone else presents.
“I know this is a big step for human relationships. I didn’t expect to take it today.”
