Page 4 of Bad Boss

ERIC

After Lynette helpsme get settled on the sofa, she heads out to her car to grab her things. I offer to call one of my brothers to come and help her, but she assures me, “Oh. I don’t have that much.” She props my bad leg up on a pillow. “It won’t take me long at all.”

I pretend to watch television while listening to her moving around the house. When I built the six-bedroom house, I envisioned living here for a few years and then selling it for a profit. Now, I plan to fill each of the rooms with our children. The two bedrooms on the first floor and two of the four bedrooms upstairs have private bathrooms. There is also a hall bathroom on the second floor and a bathroom connected to the laundry room on the first floor. To make life easier, we are using the downstairs rooms while I heal. I plan to move my girl into the large master suite upstairs as soon as I can handle the stairs.

Lynette sticks her head in the door to ask, “Are you doing okay?”

“I’m great,” I tell her. “You don’t have to work non-stop. Come sit down with me for a little while.” I’m already missing her.

“I’m putting together a few casseroles for easy dinners, then I’ll be in.” Since she started yesterday, my girl hasn’t stopped moving. She’s like the rabbit that spins in circles while beating its drum.

I doze off and find her plugging in a device on the side table. “I asked your mother to buy these,” she points at the white, speaker-looking box, “so we can communicate.” I plan to do a lot of silent, hands-on communicating with her body.

Giving my head a shake to clear the dirty thoughts, I tell her, “That’s a great idea.”

* * *

I discoverit’s actually a fucking shitty idea when the damn thing wakes me up the next morning. “It’s time to get up, Eric.” I jump up as my heart pounds away in my chest. I turn on the light and realize the goddamn speaker is talking. “Lynette is cooking breakfast.” Fuck me. The fucking thing is possessed.

“What the fuck?” I roar, and it responds.

“I don’t understand. Please repeat your question.”

“No.” I sit up and pull the plug out of the damn thing.

I quickly brush my teeth and then head out to the kitchen. I find my girl standing at the counter with her back to me. “What the hell is that thing you plugged in next to my bed?”

“Do you like it?” Her eyes light up, and I swallow my complaint. “I had it wake you up so your coffee doesn’t get cold.” Lynette points at the breakfast bar. “I cooked you pancakes and bacon.”

Fuck me. I guess I’ll have to learn to live with that goddamn possessed box because there’s no way I’ll ever hurt my girl’s feelings.

* * *

Over the next several days,we settle into an easy routine. I spend a long weekend running Hudson and my dad insane. They try to keep me occupied, but my mind is on my curvy little love’s absence. She’s been in her room most of the time, and I’m about to die from missing her.

“You are one surly fucker.” Hudson shakes his head. My younger brother has been out of town, leaving my nightly care up to this asshole. “I’m glad Brendan is back tomorrow.”

“Me, too,” I growl. I appreciate all my family is doing for me, but I’ve grown accustomed to having my girl with me every day. Weekends suck. I make love to Lynette each night in my dreams and wake up frustrated to the point of screaming. For some reason, the thought of using my left hand to jack off just doesn’t appeal to me. My cock is hungry for Lynette’s tight little pussy and won’t settle for any less.

On Monday, I have a doctor’s appointment, and my girl offers to drive me. “Let’s take my SUV.” I grab the keys and hand them to her. “That tin can on wheels you drive isn’t big enough for my six-foot-five frame.” I struggle to make my way down the garage stairs using one crutch, but I refuse to look like a pussy in front of my woman.

Lynette opens the door for me and glances over her shoulder. “What if I wreck it?” She bites her lip and helps me into the passenger seat. As she leans across me to grab the seatbelt, her delicate floral scent fills my nose, causing my cock to expand painfully.

“Then, I’ll replace it.” I shrug and turn the air conditioner on to full blast, needing to cool the fuck down. “As long as you’re okay, I don’t give a shit about this vehicle.”

After the nurse shows us into a room, a male medical assistant comes in to get my vital signs. When the little fucker is brave enough to undress my girl with his eyes, I nip that shit in the bud. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop staring at my woman,” I hiss as he takes my blood pressure. I’m sure it’s sky-high.

His self-preservation kicks in, and the dumbass rushes out after mumbling, “The doctor will be right in.”

“I don’t think he was really staring at me.” Lynette walks over and lays her soft hand on my arm. Electricity shoots up my spine, and my hungry cock weeps from the constriction. By the time I’m able to act on these feelings, my cock might sustain permanent damage from continuous erections.

“You’re too fucking beautiful.” I lift her hand to my lips and place a light kiss across her knuckles. “I can see I’m going to be fighting assholes off for the rest of our lives.” Her aqua blue eyes widen almost comically, and I realize what I said. Oh, well. My smart girl would figure it out for herself soon anyway. I’ve been taking things slow, not wanting to appear to be another dumbass boss sexually harassing her, but my patience is coming to an end. This morning, my little love stared at me with hunger in her eyes, and I realized she is feeling the same emotions. In my heart, I know it’s time to start making my move.

There’s a knock at the door, then my orthopedic surgeon walks in. “I hear you’re feeling much better today.” He smirks at me then grins at Lynette. “Hi, I’m Dr. Nelson.” I barely resist the urge to break his hand when he shakes my woman’s hand.

“Lynette Hilton.” She smiles at him. “I’m Eric’s home health nurse.”

“Great.” Dr. Nelson goes over my latest x-rays and recommends physical therapy.

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