Page 20 of Heartless Boss
I avert my eyes to the screen, but her presence is making it hard to concentrate on the show. This is harder than I thought. It’s too dangerous for me to be sitting here with the woman who I’ve been fantasizing about fucking for almost a decade.
Is she shy in the bedroom? I can’t picture her taking charge or telling me what she likes. For fuck’s sake, she doesn’t even curse.
Stop it, Gunner.
It isn’t going to happen.
No more thinking about fucking your employee and roommate.
“You want to watch the next one?” Gia asks.
“Sure.” Even though I have no idea what happened in the previous episode.
She hits the skip intro button, and the next episode starts to play.
Fucking fantastic, now my dick is as hard as stone. I snatch the lavender pillow Rainbow decided to decorate my couch with and cover up my hard dick.
This is awkward.
I stare at her like a beautiful painting, and she says, “Do I have something on my face?”
She turns her body toward me, and the light from the television outlines her face.
“No. Why?” I rub my bottom lip.
“You keep staring at me. You have a staring problem.”
“Says the woman who is eye-fucking me in meetings and staring at my ass.”
Her breath hitches. I caught her a few times staring at me in a meeting. Noticed her gaze drifting down to my crotch and her cheeks turning red when I gave a lecture on a new policy during the HR meeting.
No matter how much she hates me, she can never mask how she looks at me like I’m eye candy. She’s wearing her emotions on her face. Like right now, she’s so fucking flustered and hot it isn’t doing her justice.
A frown masks her face. “How do you know I was staring at your butt?”
“I have eyes in the back of my head.”
Face turning pink, she sticks out her tongue and points the remote at the television again. “Whatever.”
Okay, it’s time to figure out Rainbow and what she likes besides comedy. Since I’m stuck in the friend-zone limbo, I might as well milk her for information. Women are disposable to me, so getting to know them isn’t on the top of my to-do list. I cease all connection with them when the last drop of cum drips from my dick after I fuck them. The moment I let them stick around, they begin to beg for money more than a homeless person on the street.
I snatch the remote from her hand to hit pause, and she looks at me like I’ve lost my goddamn mind. Hell, yeah, I have.
“Gunner, what are you doing?” Her voice is loud and the lines in her forehead deepen. She’s so cute when I piss her off.
“Milking questions out of you,” I say, and she tries to take the remote from my hand, so I hold it in the air. “You gotta be quicker than that.”
She huffs out loud like a drama queen. “Fine. What do you exactly want to know?”
“The basics. What’s your favorite color?” I assess her from head to toe, not good for my dick. “Your favorite color is pink or purple.”
“Bubblegum pink,” she corrects.
“Tell me something else.”
“Really? You want to ask me all these questions during a show? Remind me not to invite you to the movies,” she whines.
I shoot her a you-better-start-talking look.
