Page 29 of Bigfoot Boss
The request makes my chest tight, my mind reeling with the options as he lowers himself slowly, until his lips meet mine, and he presses a warm kiss into me. His mouth firm and insistent as his tongue delves forward, large and hot. I give him an encouraging little moan and try to tug him closer, but like every other time he’s kissed me, his powerful hands barely scrape my body, skirting the areas with true intention, keeping his machinations a tease that drives my body wild with expectation. I need him to grab me, to take me, to drop his restraints and show me what all that bottled strength can do.
Sacha breaks the kiss as a server from the bar passes us. Pulling away from me quickly, he forces his back to the opposite side of the hallway.
“Please, come with me,” he says. “Give me the weekend, and if you still aren’t sure about us—about me—then we can end the contract. I’ll leave you alone. I won’t ask you for anything else.”
“One weekend?” I try to ignore how heavily I am breathing.
“Two nights. I just want to be with you,” he says. “Meet me tomorrow morning.”
Every inch of my body wants to agree, which means that I probably shouldn’t go. “Okay.” I nod. It’ll be one last little treat before I tell him goodbye forever, take my money, and run.
“I’ll let you know where to meet me.” He gives me a fleeting smile, his eyes are still drinking me in. Part of me almost feels guilty for taking advantage of him. One small date, a weekend away in a fancy mountain retreat. That’s all I have to do to get half a million dollars.
“Text me the address.” I concede.
“Is that a yes?”
“I should go. I need to meet my friends,” I say as I turn to leave.
“Is that a yes?” he calls after me, a broad smile on his lips.
I run from the bar before I can answer.
My mind is still reeling when I reach the karaoke bar. Tatiana and Jacob are already in full swing, merging easily with Margot’s law school friends. which gives me a few blessed moments alone to stew in my thoughts, stirring my drinking straw in my third pineapple vodka off the evening.
Margot sidles up next to me. “Big thoughts, Cheddar Bay Biscuit?”
“What?” I ask.
She presses her finger gently between my eyebrows, and I become aware of the crease there. I smile at her, trying to relax my expression, and, while my coworkers sing an absurdly long eight minute duet, I explain the situation to Margot.
“Do you think it’s possible that he actually really likes me?” I ask.
“Of course he does. What’s not to like?”
I roll my eyes, and Margot laughs before attempting to sober her face.
“Sweetie, he offered you half a million dollars to date him, he’s taking you away for the weekend on your second date.”
“So, you think I should go?” I feel the crease re-form between my brows.
“I think you should absolutely go.” Margot giggles with glee. “You like him.”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Bay, it’s okay to enjoy yourself. You are even allowed to like him.”
“I don’t,” I mutter. “I mean yeah, he’s nice, rich, hard-woking?—”
“Hot.” Margot adds with a grin.
“He’s my boss. I—” I chew on my lip, “He’s paying me to date him…it would be so stupid to fall for him, and Margot, I’m tired of being stupid.”
“You aren’t stupid,” Margot assures me.
“I do a lot of stupid things,” I mutter.
“You take chances! You have passion! You are always trying new things!”
