Page 42 of Heartless Boss
“Maybe I want to be eaten.” I fiddle with the end of the silk tablecloth.
“Careful what you wish for,” he says with a smirk on his face.
“I’ll think about it.” I rise from the table. “Can I sit the meeting with Oliver out?”
I need a clear head when I think about Gunner and whatever relationship we could have. When I’m around him, my mind is foggy, and I don’t think straight.
“Take all the time you need.”
* * *
When I get back to my room, I sit on the couch, whip out my notepad and pen that I keep in my purse, and write out a list of pros and cons of doing this experiment with Gunner.
Pros~
awesome sex
ease my loneliness
getting intimate
warm body to snuggle with at night
experiencing a healthy relationship
Cons~
getting attached and my heart broken.
I stare at the list for a few seconds, then I write.
Will Gunz be worth the risk???
FYI, I’m not much of a risk-taker, and maybe that’s my downfall in life. I would have never gotten on a jet if it wasn’t for this job.
The only reason I started college was because Petra thought it was a good idea to get a headstart on the bakery I always wanted to open. And my mom would be proud of me if she was still alive, and she always wanted me to have a better life than she had.
The only reason why I decided to join society and not live like a hermit after the night of the party is because my old therapist told me that it wasn’t healthy for me to stay inside my apartment for months at a time. If Gunner had never taken the initiative to touch me last night, I’d have never admitted to myself that I wanted him, or even liked him.
So what will I decide? I don’t know.
Chapter Fourteen
Gia
Afew days go by, and I still haven’t given Gunner an answer. It isn’t that I don’t want to, it’s just that we’ve been busy with work. In and out of meetings, lunch with shareholders, Darien, and Oliver about American Banking. By the time we get home it’s so late I don’t even cook like I promised I would when I first moved in with him.
I sit at the desk with my headphones on as Saving Abel’sAddictedsoothes my ears. The urge to jump into his arms and kiss him is as strong as wanting to dance in the rain on a summer day.
I spin my leather chair around as I watch Gunner through the glass wall that separates our offices. He’s typing on his keyboard, his eyes on the monitor. This is the perfect time to tell him my answer.
My heart speeds up.
Calm down, heart. This is only temporary.
When I grab my small mirror from my purse, I check out my face to make sure I don’t look like the walking dead. I didn’t have time to apply eyeliner or foundation this morning, and my skin is white as Casper the ghost. I flash my teeth and use my pinky nail to remove a piece of food and put the mirror back in my purse. As I get up from the desk, I flatten out my black polka dot dress and flip my brown hair over my shoulders.
I open the door that connects our offices and perch on the chair in front of the desk. When Gunner is in work mode, he doesn’t pay attention to his environment. His facial expression is focused like he’s under a spell. I clear my throat and say, “Do you have a second?”
