Page 10 of Dating the Boss

“Here and now.” She pants for breath. “Margot is waiting at the bar for me. She’s not going to leave without me. She knows I’d kill her under normal circumstances if she did that to me.”

“You are each other’s wingman tonight?” I take a step back from her and run my hands down my face.

“Yes.” Brooklyn’s gaze travels the length of my body, her eyes unapologetically stopping on the bulge in my pants. My cock jerks as if to salute her, and she smiles. “We should have dinner.”

“Tomorrow.”

She nods. “Your house.”

I smile, relieved we are on the same page without a ten-page contract outlining the terms of our relationship. I hand over her purse. “You should probably stop by the bathroom and straighten yourself up before you go back into the bar.”

Using her thumb, she wipes around her mouth. “Yeah, you have a little lipstick—”

Unfolding a napkin, I wipe my mouth. “See you tomorrow, Miss Pierce.”

“Until tomorrow, Mr. Manning.” Brooklyn straightens her skirt and turns on her heels, her legs shakier than when she walked in. She saunters out the door, throwing me a coy smile before closing the door.

I slump into the chair and adjust my raging hard on before I pull my phone out of my pocket. Opening my text messaging app, I send her a quick note.

“Message me when you get home. I want to say goodnight.”

Apparently, I’m more caveman than I realize because what I really want to tell her is to wrap up the night and get her ass home before any of the guys think they have a chance with her.

My heart soars when seconds later, she returns with a snarky, “Yes, sir.”

5

BROOKLYN

Icame last night—twice.

Two orgasms in forty-five minutes and then the best sleep of my life—all courtesy of one Coulter Manning. The man has a wicked tongue he’s never come close to unleashing on me, commanding me to act in a way I’ve never dared conduct myself before in my life.

As the bell dings, my heart is in my throat as I take a step off the elevator, surprised to see Coulter standing in the middle of his office with his door open. He glances up from the stack of papers in his hand, his eyes glittering with a slight smile that makes his dimples pop. “Good morning, Miss Pierce.”

The sound of his voice has my thighs quivering. “Mr. Manning. You’re in early this morning.” I set my stuff down on my desk.

“Latte?” He crooks his finger, beckoning me into his office.

Checking over my shoulder and down the hall, I find the office relatively empty, so I bite my lip and saunter toward him. “You brought me a latte?”

He motions to a thermal tumbler on the table, but says nothing, his gaze unabashedly caressing my body as I step boldly into his office. I grab the coffee, using it to hide my smile, and bring my gaze up to meet his. “I thought we were going to keep this out of the office?”

Smiling, he grabs a small gift bag off his desk and hands it to me. “I said we could explore what was between us and get the job done at the same time.”

“People are going to talk if they catch either of us looking like we want to take a bite out of the other.”

He takes two steps back as the elevator dings. “Then I guess I’ll divert my eyes when other people are around.”

Camden walks in, his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes on the carpet in front of his feet. But I can tell by the way the ends of his lips curve up that he has an inkling as to what is up between his brother and I. Either that, or I’m feeling really guilty by how turned on I am right now.

“Good morning, all.”

“Good morning, Camden.” I say, taking my coffee and mystery bag back to my desk without a backwards glance, closing his door on my way out.

Peeking inside the bag, I find a card and a black box the size of my hand. I open the card, my heart thumping in my chest with every word.

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