Page 23 of Dating the Boss
I laughed. “I just told you, in not so many words, that I’m a wild child and you sayimpressive.” I did my best impersonation of his voice on the last word.
“No matter the reason, it’s smart to be prepared,” he said. “What you do on your own time is no business of mine. Last I heard, clubbing and sleeping around wasn’t against the law or company policy.”
“That’s… cool of you to say.”
“Why are you frowning?” he asked, opening the front door for me. “Would you rather I lecture you?”
“No.” My skin tingled from the shift of cold air to warm. But if I was being honest, that tingle came from Daniel walking so close to me. “I’m just surprised, I guess. You seem so uppity. I thought you’d look down on me.”
“You think I’m a snob?”
“Not a snob, no,” I said, checking out the décor as we went up the stairs. I felt like I was in a damn fairy tale. I had the amazing mansion in the middle of the forest, now I just needed my prince. “More like… you’re this sophisticated badass, and I’m the lowly servant.”
He shocked me with a deep chuckle. “You’re not a servant, Reed, and you’re far from lowly. You’re confident and know what you want in life. A go-getter. I admire that.”
He admired me?
Why the fuck did that make my heart skip a beat?
We reached the top of the stairs and turned right. I appreciated the design of the manor. It was classy and elegant, but also lived-in and kind of old-fashioned. Quinn would’ve loved it.
“Here we are,” Daniel said, stopping at the last door in the hall.
A corner room. Yay. That meant more privacy. Not that I expected us todoanything once inside. We’d sleep in our separate beds as far away from each other as possible.
“Open the door,” I said. “The suspense is killing me.”
He slid the key into the lock and turned the handle before entering the room and flipping on the light.
“There’s a freaking fireplace?” I asked in awe, walking in behind him. “Oh hell. If only we had some wine. Then it’d be perfect.”
Daniel stopped walking so suddenly that I bumped into his back. I was about to gripe at him when I saw what he was looking at.
“There’s only one bed,” I whispered, eyes wide and my heart beating faster.
Oh, fuck.
Chapter Six
Daniel
“I’ll ask Ian if there’s a cot,” I said, placing my laptop bag and briefcase on the bed before turning around.
Reed was so close, and when he glanced up at me with big, hazel eyes, my cock swelled. There better be a cot because there was no way in hell we could share a bed. I could barely restrain myself enough as it was.
“Do you want me to go instead?” he asked. “You look exhausted.”
“So do you.” I stepped around him and headed for the door. “I’ll be back in a minute. Go ahead and get ready for bed. It’s been a long day.”
Understatement of the century.
The sound of clothes rustling behind me had my cock hardening even more, and I quickly left the room, then adjusted myself once outside in the hall. I took a deep breath, held it, and released it, hoping my desire for Reed fled with the rush of expelled air.
A door opened, and a young woman with short brown hair stepped out. She was wearing a red silk robe over cotton pants and fuzzy slippers.
“Good evening,” she greeted me with a smile. “Did you just get in?”
“Yes. Forced here by the lovely weather.”
