Page 32 of Heartless Boss
“I really want to go to third base.” Her round cheeks turn rosy red as if she’s embarrassed. “I’ve been practicing with Talon, so when the chance comes I’ll know what to do.”
Talon is her best friend since kindergarten.
“Okay, um.” I have no idea how to deal with this. “You shouldn’t be practicing with your friends. You should wait until you’re thirty. Like me.”
“That’s too old. I really want to kiss him, though. I really like Liam.”
It’s our turn in line, and Cora hands the lady the cup of tickets. The lady hits the register.
“You have two thousand tickets.” She points to the wall with stuff behind the glass. “You can choose from over there if you want to spend all the tickets.”
We move to the section, and Cora taps her fingers on her chin.
I’m glad the kissing conversation is over because this is too hard. Everything about this is hard.
“There’s nothing I want over here.” She sighs. “Let’s play another game.” She eyes the arcade room. “I want to beat you at Mario Kart.”
“If you beat me, I’ll buy youFinal Fantasy XV.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, get your debit card ready because you’re going to lose.”
* * *
“Rainbow, get in here,” I say, before setting the phone down on the table. Ten minutes later, she strides into my office wearing a long-sleeve cream blouse and a white skirt decorated with black polka dots and hot pink pointy heels.
Every day, she wears a pair of brightly colored heels. Luckily, I’m sitting in my executive chair and she can’t see how hard I am.
A walking rainbow.
Even her presence brightens up the room.
She sits in the chair in front of the desk with her iPad in her hand, staring at me, waiting for me to bark my next order. Even though she isn’t the best PA, I give her props for trying. I respect someone who works hard, regardless of how bad they suck at it. We haven’t spoken since I bled my heart in the text message about her being my new addiction. Because frankly, she doesn’t have a choice in the matter.
She knows she wants me.
I know she wants me.
If I don’t take control, I’ll be stuck riding the friendzone bus, and I’m sick of it. This does not mean I want to be her boyfriend, run off into the sunset, and live happily ever after like a Disney fairytale.
It means I’ll woo her until she gives me the opportunity to fuck every hole on her small body.
Besides, she needs someone who’s normal, not someone who has five bags of psychological issues. I’m aware I’m fucked in the head, and I’m not going to ask someone to deal with my shit. Hell, I don’t want to deal with my shit.
“Go home and pack a bag. We’re going to Atlanta tomorrow morning.”
Her amber eyes widen and she frowns. She assesses me like Michael Myers busted through the door and is about to hack us to death. “Why?”
“I have a business meeting with Oliver.” After speaking to him this morning, he seems like a down-to-earth kind of guy. We’re supposed to have dinner at his house and meet his wife and kids. “Take my card and buy a nice-ass dress for dinner, wear something bright.”
My spending habits on women never included whisking them off on a trip with me. I didn’t even take my own sister when I had business trips. So taking Gia with me is a big step.
“No. I can’t get on a plane. I’ll be sick tomorrow.”
She balls her fist and fake cough and I smirk.
