Page 64 of Boss On Notice
“Are you asking me to stay?”
“I am.”
It happens so fast. I’m in his powerful arms and his body is pressed against mine.
“Maybe,” he whispers.
The corners of my mouth pull down from disappointment.
“I followed your advice and contacted Max Grove.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “And?”
“I’ll be working with him.” His smile’s even bigger.
“Good. That’s really good.” I feel so happy for him. “Oh, and I’m dancing in a new musical. I was cast by Lonnie Blaine—thank you for the opportunity.”
Orion doesn’t wait until his tongue is in my mouth. As we kiss, I feel like I’m floating to another world.
“Hey, wife,” he says when our lips part.
I chuckle. “Hey, husband.”
“I don’t want to be apart from you,” he whispers.
I brush the side of his face with the backs of my fingers. “Okay,” I whisper back.
That naughty look that I love comes to Orion’s eyes. “Then come with me.”
I quickly glance over my shoulder and at the door. “What? I have guests. And no shoes on.”
“They’ll be okay and you don’t need shoes because you’re going to be in my bed.”
I stretch my bottom lip squeamishly as I think. Xena is going to kill me. Or…maybe not. She’ll be alone with Lynx. I wonder what she would do with that opportunity?
I narrow an eye impishly. “Okay. Let’s go.”
“Yeah?” He seems surprised.
“Yeah.”
In one sweep of his strong arms, Orion lifts my feet off the carpet and cradles me in his arms. We kiss, my head spins, and my sex weeps for him as he carries me to the elevator.
Epilogue
DELILAH O’SHAY
TWO MONTHS AFTER THE TWO MONTHS’ NOTICE
We set the timer and now we’re sitting on the foot of our humungous bed. Yes, I live with Orion now and our penthouse have bells and whistles that I’ve only seen on lifestyles of the ultra-rich programs. We have a full-time maid and chef. Once I tried making our bed and the maids came behind me and remade our bed. And our bathroom… That’s where I spend the most time when I’m home, I think. I take a lot of warm baths. Sometimes, if he’s home, Orion will join me. And guess what happens when he joins me. That’s why we’re home today at 2:33 p.m. He’s usually at the office working on perfecting and creating products for his AI software. I’m usually at rehearsal at this time of day.
I did try to go to practice today. The play starts in less than thirty days, but I struggled so much to get through today’s scene which required a physically demanding dance number, that I had to stop and ask to go home. Who am I kidding? My nipples are so tender that a feather brushing over them can make me wince. My pee is the color of mustard. And if I even get a whiff of bell peppers, I want to hurl. Not to mention, my period is a week late and it’s not even hinting that it might come real soon.
“How long do we have to wait?” Orion asks.
“Fifteen minutes,” I say with a sigh.
He drums the front of the bed. There’s excitement in the pitter-patter sound that his hands just made. He’s happy. I’m sort of happy too. The thing is, I’ll have to quit the show after I’ve just been moved up to the lead role. Kelly, who played Zara, the main female heroine, had to back out because she was pregnant. There’s something about that role. Whoever gets it next might be pregnant too. But…the jury is still out. I might just have a hormonal imbalance from long rehearsals and an abrupt change in my diet, which is healthier than before.
