Page 40 of Boss On Notice
“Got some action?” I feign surprise. I didn’t know I was such a good little actress.
He shrugs and then sits back. “Gunther was sticky and pretty raw.” He scratches his forehead nervously. “Those are signs that I had done a lot of fucking. I’m surprised the woman didn’t stick around and claim her name to fame.” He ends on a cocky smile.
I swallow the extra moisture that poured into my mouth. How do I tell him that it was me he had sex with? I can also validate that my vagina had lingering evidence that it had experienced a lot of sex that night too. I just don’t understand why I can’t remember any of it. It’s been a week. I haven’t consumed a drop of alcohol since that night, and didn’t even drink champagne at the wedding.Why can’t I remember?
“Um, well…maybe you slept with Heather,” I offer up.
He taps his finger on the tabletop. “Heather arrived that morning. Plus, I would know if it was her.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
Orion’s grin makes me grin too.
“What?” I ask.
“I know you don’t think highly of me, but you’ve never heard me speak of my sexual conquests.”
My head whips into a side tilt. “Is that what she is? A sexual conquest?”
“All sex is conquest,” he retorts.
We stare into each other’s eyes. I can’t help but wonder how the drunk Delilah O’Shay liked sex with Orion Lord. I bet he can really make a girl arrive at climax.
Orion’s amused gaze dances around my face. “You’re thinking.”
“I’m always thinking,” I say.
“About me?”
I shake my head even though he’s exactly who’s on my mind.
“But you don’t think we…?” He turns his head sightly as if that look on his face is finishing his question for him.
“I…”Do not hyperventilate, Lilly.
“Because I left the party with you, and I can’t imagine finding a stranger to fuck between leaving you and waking up the next morning.”
“You can’t?” My pitch was too high. I have to get control of myself.
“No. Contrary to what you believe about me, Lila. I don’t frivolously fuck around. As I said, I’m a conquistador.”
I shake my head. “What does that even mean?”
He rubs his chin, stretching his neck as I wait for him to explain himself. But then he stops stroking his chin and sits still for a few seconds studying me.
My breaths are uneven. I so very much want to ask what is he thinking. Does he remember something? Maybe he wasn’t as drunk as I was. I’ve researched my condition already. My memories of being with him are lost forever.
“So, how has your week been?” he asks, picking up a slice of pizza and biting into it.
Oh God, I’m relieved as I focus on his perfect mouth. I’ve been told my mouth is perfect too. We had to have kissed if we had sex. I bet kissing him was like a drug.
I drop my gaze and clear my throat. “Are you inquiring about your performance as my new and improved boss?”
He chuckles. “I’ve improved?”
