Page 22 of Boss On Notice
“I see,” he says, rubbing his nicely groomed stubble on one side of his face. “Listen, Lila, what can I do to make you stay?”
His question feels like a gentle slap where there’s just enough force to sober me a smidgen. I shake my head as I take my first sip of my blue cocktail. It tastes a lot better than the ones I’ve had all night. And it’s not as strong either.
Orion draws his bottom lip into his mouth and wets it. “You like it?”
My tongue is stuck against the back of my top teeth. There’s something suggestive in his tone. I’m suddenly reminded how I shamelessly pressed my vagina against him, my throbbing, pleading, and weeping vagina against him. I’m not out of the woods yet though. Holy shit. I want him. At least I’m sober enough to fight the desire to fuck his brains out.
“I do,” I barely say. “It has less alcohol.” At least it tastes like it.
“That’s great. Have as many as you like, then.” Orion shifts abruptly in his seat. “But I was saying—”
“I’m surprised you know I majored in psychology,” I blurt, not meaning to cut him off. “I didn’t think you remembered.”
One corner of his mouth twitches, playing with the possibility of forming a wry smile. “I know more about you than you think. But tell me, Lila, what can I do?”
I’m trapped by the magnetic look in his sexy eyes and I am only barely able to eke out, “Lilly.”
Finally, his lopsided grin makes an appearance. “I thought you agreed to let me call you Lila.”
I shake my head but then stop abruptly. I might have agreed to that. I can barely recall how we got to this particular hotel. One eye tapered, I’m seeing one and a half versions of Orion as I finish off my blue drink and the bartender puts another one in front of me. “You want to know the truth?” I ask.
Orion sits up straighter. “Hit me with it.”
I take another swig of my cocktail. The delicious flavor percolates in my mouth. “You’re an awful boss.” Liquid courage allows me to say that while sitting so close to his face.
His thick eyebrows shoot up. “Okay. I’ll give you that.”
I shake my finger at him. “You see. You know. That’s the thing. You know you’re awful and yet you refuse to change.”
He throws his hands up as if it’s no big deal. “I’ll change.”
“You can’t change, Orion,” I say, shaking my head ardently. “And the thing is, you’re not stupid. You’re a very, very, very…intelligent man. You lack…” The word that was on the tip of my tongue goes poof and I can’t remember it.
Both images of him are waiting for me to finish whatever I was going to say. But suddenly I remember something.
“Did we kiss?” I ask.
Orion tugs my chair close to him and our faces are so close I can feel his breath on my lips. Whatever comprises the aroma coming off him is making my head spin faster.
“We kissed,” he admits.
“Oh,” I whisper. I remember it now.
“I have ideas, you know.”
I think his words are slurring.
I swallow hard. I want to ask him to put some distance between us, but I also want him to come closer, maybe our bodies can melt. “Ideas?” I barely say.
“I know I fucked up, Delilah. We’re in the dungeon because of me. But I have ideas.”
I’m on the edge of my seat. “What kind of ideas?”
“Something that will put Herc and his fucking software TRANSPOT to shame.” Suddenly he tugs my chair closer to his. “I wanted to touch you, Delilah, but I’ve been exercising restraint. I want to touch your pussy. I want to make you come.”
With every blink of my eyes, I’m drawn deeper into his allure. “You do?” My head is on its way to the ceiling.
“I do.”
