Page 37 of Boss On Notice
“Yes, babe. Yes.”
I laugh so hard I almost pee and Achilles eventually joins me. This craziness we’ve just learned is insane. But eventually, Achilles decides to let them stay married since it won’t be so easy for them to divorce. That deal we made, the one that brought Achilles and me together, is not set in stone yet—soon but not yet. The rules of the old Lord trust still apply. A quickie Vegas wedding, sex in the chapel, followed by an annulment will give a Lord heir not affiliated with Achilles’s clan cause to challenge the deal they made with my family in a court of law. The Lord Family Trust purity clauses can do them in. And if that happens, they’ll almost be back to square one. I say almost because my family will always have money, but the Lords will probably lose everything.
“Then you don’t want them to get a divorce?” I ask Achilles when our laughter dies down.
“They should not get a divorce until the deal is set in stone.”
“Ha,” I say as a thought drops into my head. “I guess buyingTop Rag Magwas the smartest move you made in recent history.”
Achilles sweeps my curly hair off my shoulder and softly kisses my bare skin. “Marrying you was the smartest move I made in recent history,” he says. “BuyingTRMwas the second smartest move. But, of course, that deal can all go to shit if my side of our family drops the ball. So…”
Achilles expertly guides me onto my back, positions his body between my thighs, and moves into me.
Squeezing the sheets, I gasp at first thrust.
“We can’t drop the ball,” he whispers in a shivering voice.
CHAPTER12
AI
DELILAH O’SHAY
Itried to add one more item to our deal, which would give us separate offices but Orion wouldn’t cave. He said the smaller office has bad ventilation, but I don’t believe him. I think he has a problem with sitting alone in a room—classic abandonment issues. Although, considering his relationship with his mother, brothers, and even his father, I can’t say that would be the case. The reason he doesn’t want to make separate work spaces for us surely can’t be that he wants to sit around and look at me all day. It has to be something else.
Regardless, I let go of my ask for my own small office, at least for now. It’s Friday. Orion and I have gotten through a whole week of working across from each other after our Vegas weekend. Orion has been on time every day for five days, which is a new record for him. On Tuesday and Thursday, he even arrived before I did. However, when I walked into the office, he wasn’t at his desk but somewhere else in the building. I find myself feeling more peaceful when he’s not sitting across from me. I’ve dreamed about him every single night this week, which can’t be a good thing. I also avoid eye contact with him as much as possible. The good thing is my tasks have expanded past reports. Orion has given me these psychological quizzes to complete. Some of the quizzes have been over twenty pages long. Each question has to do with human nature, which I find interesting. Orion has told me to take my time to complete the quizzes, and by no means should I finish them after-hours or over the weekend. Then he graced me with a smile. Gosh he’s too gorgeous for his own good.
I stop typing and gaze unfocused at his unoccupied desk while swiveling from left to right in my chair. I wonder what or who he’s doing this weekend. I used to know which mountain he’d be climbing when I kept his calendar, but he’s taken that off my plate too. Seven women have called the office hoping to reach him this week. In each case, I sent them directly to his voice mail. I’m hands-off when it comes to his private life. I thought I would love not knowing but not knowing is sort of driving me crazy.
Suddenly the office door opens swiftly and Orion steals my attention away from his desk.
“Lila, we’re ready. Let’s go,” he says excitedly.
My cringing is only short-lived when he called me Lila. We’ve brokered a deal on him calling me Lila instead of Lilly. I gave him permission to use it for the whole week, and then on Monday we’ll discuss him carrying on calling me that. I think I’ll let him continue if he wants. He’s been a good boss. If he wants to call me Lila, then I’ll allow it.
“Go where?” I ask.
“To my domain.”
“Your domain?”
He waves his head toward the hallway. “Let me show you.”
* * *
“The basement?”I ask, glaring at him incredulously.
We’re at the elevators and he smashed the B button for basement.
“Yes. The basement.”
“Don’t tell me…”
Orion laughs.
“No, Lila,” he says with a laugh. “We’re not there yet.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Don’t talk that way. The goal is to go up, not down.”
