Page 9 of Boss Unyielding (Boss 1)

She knew she didn’t not want to, which admittedly scared the hell out of her. She couldn’t kiss her boss! Could she?

She could feel her tongue dart out to moisten her lower lip, the flesh of which she scraped her top teeth across in a nervous motion. She swallowed. She was frozen in place, unable to move, unsure of what to do next.

And then, the moment was over. Rayner’s hand was gone from her skin, and his eyes broke their connection from hers.

“I suppose you’ve got me there,” he said. “Well, goodnight, Miss Fields. Enjoy your weekend.”

He opened the door and allowed her to walk through it, but stayed behind to lock up.

“Goodnight,” she said as she passed him going out the door. “See you on Monday.”

***

Rogan closed the door behind Farren. His fists tightened and released at his sides b

efore he brought them up to scour his fingers through his dark hair. He blew out an unsteady breath and scraped his fingers over the stubble at his jaw. He had come so close to slipping, so close to acting on the thoughts that had been plaguing him for weeks.

It was just one touch. One simple touch that threatened an avalanche, a snowball effect that he wasn’t sure he could stop once it got going. It was so hard to resist, but he knew he had to shut it down before it got to that, and somehow he did.

He had been so close to taking her tight little body into his hands and doing things to her she’d be telling her friends about, comparing every other lover to that she’d ever take, for years to come. He could see the whole thing playing out in his mind as she had stood there looking longingly into his eyes. He knew she was always so careful around him, so reserved, but the way her pupils dilated every time he came near her was like a silent call, a secret wavelength pulsing hot desire straight to his cock.

Every time she spoke of codecs, dynamic tessellation, or fucking sensoration with her hands balls deep in a motherboard, he found himself overcome with the overwhelming urge to clear the desk top of any stray objects and lean her over it, getting balls deep into her.

He could have peeled that tight little sweater up and over her head, revealed the black lingerie he could see peeking out from the neckline at her shoulder.

Her neck... exposed and delicate. He wanted to graze his teeth across its sensitive flesh while running his fingers beneath her bra to clamp her tight little nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, grinding his hardened length into her as he pressed her up against the wall, right here in his empty office building.

He could imagine the sound of her whimpers and moans as he gave her all the pleasure she could withstand, imagined the look of rapture on her face as her body exploded with the intense, blissful sensations he wanted to inflict on her, over and over, until she begged him to stop.

She wasn’t just some beautiful woman. He had beautiful women all the time, any time he wanted. It came with the territory. Women loved the ass-holes, especially ass-holes with more money than they knew what to do with. Was he an ass-hole with a fuck-ton of money? Guilty.

But Farren possessed the intelligence of no woman, or man for that matter, that Rogan had ever seen. She challenged him, and not just with the expert level she could handle the projects he had thrown her way to test her skills. The biggest challenge was keeping his hands off her when she licked her supple lips when he caught her stealing glances at his body when she thought he wasn’t looking.

It was a testament of his resolve every time he watched her sweet, round ass swaying side to side as she left his office, or when she pointed out an oversight in work he had checked. It infuriated him and turned him on so painfully, he’d have to send her out to hide the stiff bulge growing in his pants.

He would need a cold shower and a stiff drink to calm the blood that was currently raging to all the wrong parts of his body as he left the building that night, vowing to get a grip on the urges that his young, new assistant was arousing in him.

It couldn’t fucking happen.

***

Three more months had gone by since the near-moment she’d had with Mr. Rayner that night, and he hadn’t slipped up where Farren was concerned since. A part of her felt relieved that he kept a professional relationship between them after that, especially when his various, strikingly beautiful conquests would make their appearances from time to time.

He hadn’t tried to flaunt them in her face, but he didn’t go out of his way to hide them, either. It was strictly business between the two of them, which made it much easier for her to work for him, overall.

And working for Rogan Rayner had proven to be more than she could have ever asked. Especially when he had come to her just the week prior with an enticing proposition she couldn’t refuse.

“Starting next week, you’ll be helping me with a project I’m working on for a company in Italy. Plan for at least four days of travel next week, and you’ll have Friday off.” He had said, speaking as though it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Wait, do you mean that I’m traveling with you next week to Italy? As in, the country in Europe, across the ocean?” she asked, trying not to sound too naïve. Maybe he was used to traveling the world, but she had never left the country before. She’d gotten her passport when she had been considering a semester abroad during college, but ended up not going, so this would be her first opportunity.

“That’s the one,” he had said, and she had watched as the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled at her.

Now, here she was sitting with Gramma in the living room of their apartment with her bags all packed and ready to go, in the cool, dark hours before dawn. In just a few hours, she would be on a private plane with Mr. Rayner on their way to Rome, Italy. She couldn’t decide what she felt more, excited or nervous.

When she had applied for a job at Rayner Technologies, she never expected international travel to be a part of the gig, and definitely not so soon. She had a feeling that Rogan Rayner was more widely known and respected than she even realized. He had certainly made an impression on her and even with this hot and cold temper, she couldn’t help but to be in awe of him. With his good looks, business acumen, and his brilliant mind, he was a walking, talking, lethal combination.

Farren had decided from watching Rayner these past few months that there were two responses he could frequently elicit: completely beguiled, or resentfully jealous. Farren, of course, found herself in the beguilement category, and she knew how dangerous this was. There weren’t too many people in the world she truly respected, so when she did, it was easy for her heart to get involved. That was the last thing she needed with Rogan Rayner.

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