Page 84 of Boss of Me
Quinn barely waits two seconds before squealing breathlessly, “Oh, my God! He’s so fucking hot!”
I grin as she grabs my hands, jumping up and down before tugging me over to the bed where we flop backward, laughing like teenagers.
Quinn pushes herself up on one elbow and sweeps an amazed look around. “Holy shit, Mar. This place is absolutely phenomenal. It looks even more incredible than the pictures I saw inArchitectural Digest.”
“I know. I’m still getting used to it.”
“No shit. You’re living like a freaking princess!”
I snort-laugh. “How many princesses do you know who scrub toilets and mop floors all day?”
“Point taken.” Quinn flops back down and grins at the high ceiling. “I can’t get over how sexy Gunner is. I didn’t think it was possible, but he’s even yummier in person.” She giggles. “And how adorable was that little standoff between him and Sansa? He’s gonna have her eating out of the palm of his hand innotime.”
“I hope so. I’d hate for him to send her packing.”
“And risk upsetting you? No way.”
I turn my head to look at Quinn. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t play innocent with me.” She grins wickedly. “You’re fucking him, aren’t you? Don’t even try to deny it,” she warns before I can open my mouth. “The last time I saw you, you were bitching about him cockblocking your date and forcing you to work overtime. You ranted about him all weekend and even applied for a new job. So imagine my shock when he sent his driver to pick up Sansa today. You told me he hates cats, so why would he suddenly reverse his no-pet policy? I figured something must’ve changed between you two, but I wasn’t completely sure until I saw you together. The way he looked at you and stroked your hairtotallysealed the deal.”
I blush, biting my lip. “Things have gotten . . . interesting between us.”
“How interesting?”
“Ummm . . .”
Quinn sits up, her eyes gleaming. “Spill it.”
So I do. I tell her about our late night kitchen interlude, which led to a record-breaking number of orgasms. I tell her about his mother’s surprise visit and the ugly fight we hadafterward. I tell her about my disastrous date with Dawson, a mistake I rectified by seducing Gunner in the shower.
I lose count of how many times she squeals during my story. Though I keep the intimate details to a minimum, I provide just enough to send her into an excited frenzy of fanning herself and chanting “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!”
When I’m done, she crows triumphantly, “See? You and Dawson were never meant to be!”
I snort. “That’san understatement.”
She laughs, sitting cross-legged on the bed. “You lucky bitch, having mind-blowing sex with your hot billionaire boss. No wonder your skin practically melted off your bones when he walked into the room.”
My face warms. “You noticed that?”
“Hell, yeah.” A salacious grin curves her lips. “Does he have a big dick? I bet he does.”
“Quinn!”
She howls with wicked laughter.
I shake my head at her, cheeks burning. “I might have to rethink this sleepover.”
“No! I promise I’ll be good!”
“You better be.” I grin.
Quinn blows her lavender hair out of her eyes and props her chin on her fist, studying me with a sober expression. “So what happens now?”
“You mean now that we’ve crossed the line between boss and employee?” I shake my head helplessly and sigh. “I don’t know.”
“What do youwantto happen?”
