Page 28 of Bigfoot Boss
“Hurry, Bay! We are going to duet ‘Suddenly Seymour’. You are not going to want to miss it!” Jacob yells over his shoulder as Tatiana slips a hand around his waist and guides him toward the door. They are already practicing some fairly impressive harmonies.
I turn, not to our former table, but toward the bathrooms. The hallway seems empty, and my heart sinks a little. Maybe I misread Sacha’s meaning.
Then, a hand wraps around my wrist, tugging me into a dark corner of the hallway. I wish my body didn’t welcome his touch quite so easily, but I relax into his embrace as his warm hands resting on my hips.
“Ms. Thorn.” His low voice sends a pleasant little thrill straight through me.
“Mr. Kwatch.” I bite back a little grin when I say his name. I haven’t spoken to him all evening, but the few illicit glances across the room have me feeling warm all over. I have to pull back before this all becomes too much.
“Do you know how hard it is? To work beside you in the office every day and not be able to grab you? To touch you the way that I want to?” He backs me against the wall, his large frame towering over me.
“We aren’t in the office, sir.” There’s a little challenge in my voice. I put a hand to his chest. It’s a firm wall of muscle, I wonder how much of it is covered in hair.
“Someone could still see us here.” He growls slightly.
“You haven’t told them? Your friends?” I ask.
“No,” he says. “You are my little secret, Bay. Just for me to enjoy. They wouldn’t approve of the contract we signed.”
“About our contract—” I swallow, hoping I can get the words out this time, but that hope dries up as Sacha’s eyes search my face intently. He clasps my hand, keeping it pinned to his chest as he leans toward me.
I tilt my chin up, expecting a kiss, but his head veers to the side and his face presses into my shoulder. He inhales deeply, his breath tickling my neck on the way out. It sends a shiver down my spine to settle in the heat between my legs.
“Come away with me,” he says quietly.
I laugh again. “You’ve been drinking?”
“No…Yes. It doesn’t matter. I want to be alone with you, Bay.” His quiet words make me squirm. “Let me take you away.”
The fingers of his free hand dig into my hip, massaging the muscle there. His chest rises and falls beneath our clasped hands.
“Take me away?” I ask the question more for myself than for him, wondering what it would be like to let him control my life that way.
“What are you doing this weekend?” He cuts me off before I can answer. “It doesn’t matter, cancel your plans. You are coming on a trip with me.”
“You think I’ll follow your orders?” I ask. “Just like that?”
“Tomorrow. 10 AM.” He ignores my protest.
“We have work.”
He shakes his head. “Call in sick. Your boss won’t care, he won’t be in the office.”
“You can’t order me around this way, Sacha.”
“Pack warm. We’ll be staying in the mountains.”
“I am being serious, sir.” I stiffen under him.
He pulls back to look me in the eye, and a small growl escapes the back of his throat. “It drives me through the roof when you call me sir.”
There’s a gleam in his eye that makes my knees weak. Still, I shake my head at him.
“I am leaving for the weekend.” His voice gentles. “Magnes insists that I take some time off, and I want to spend a couple nights alone, in the mountains, disconnected from everyone. Nophone, no internet, no work, no news.” His fingers flex on my hip. “I don’t know if I can be away from you for that long. I want you to come with me. I want to be with you.”
“Then you won’t be alone,” I tease.
“We’ll be alone, together.” He smiles.
