Page 11 of The Jealous Boss

“Let’s open it and find out,” he says, voice as neutral as if we really were talking about a simple shipping error.

Maybe he doesn’t actually know?

“No, that’s okay. I’ll check later.”

“But you said her birthday was soon.” Drew frowns. “If they made a mistake, you should let them know ASAP so they can ship a replacement.”

“It’s fine. She’ll understand if her gift is a little late.” I hold my hand out, determined to get the package away from him before he decides to do something horrid like open it.

He makes no move to relinquish it. I step closer and try to take it from him, but he doesn’t let go. I tug harder. But instead of loosening his grip, he pulls the package back, closer to his too-sexy-to-live body.

“Why so eager? I thought the package could wait?” he asks, a teasing note in his voice.

I hesitate, tempted to confess, but maybe he’s just messing with me?

But then he smiles in a way that tells me that hedefinitelyknows what’s inside that damn box. My face heats again—and not just from the shame of being found out.

No, I’m blushing because I’ve never seen my boss look at me like this. It goes beyond the hunger I thought I saw earlier. There’s something in that grin that feels almost… predatory. Suddenly, I’m both turned on and terrified.

Swallowing hard, I don’t look away—and I don’t let go of the box. I force myself to stand my ground. But I’m in over my head, torn between running and throwing myself into his arms.

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Drew

Anna’s discomfort is intoxicating. I want to spank her just to discover whether her ass turns the same pretty shade of pink that’s suffusing her creamy skin from the roots of her hair down to the neckline of that sexy little dress.

But even more intoxicating is her tenacity. She’s an intelligent woman. We both know that I know what’s in the package, and yet still she clings to her silly lie. Her small hands clutch at the box—as if she thinks she could actually get it away from me—even as the tops of her luscious breasts strain against the thin fabric of her dress, her nipples hard little points that I want to suck and bite.

I should end this game, put her out of her misery. But a sadistic part of me is delighting in her embarrassment.

And the fact that my sexy little mouse is too foolish and stubborn to back down has me so hard that it’s all I can do not to toss the damn box aside and lift her up onto the counter and take her. These shorts hide nothing. If she glances down, she’ll see how hard she has me.

But, no, my horny little girl is too brave and foolish to break eye contact.

We need to sit down and talk like adults. I know this. I came in here with an objective. But it’s hard to focus with how blatantly she keeps checking me out.

Oh, I caught her surreptitious glances other times that I took my shirt off, but I misinterpreted them, chalked them up to innocent curiosity. After all, how many male bodies could she have seen in an all-girls orphanage?

But my view of my nanny’s innocence shifted when I heard her begging for a daddy earlier tonight. I have no doubt of her sexual inexperience, but her desires are clearly more complicated than I realized. And not just complicated—they match perfectly with mine.

Still, I believe in starting as you intend to go, so I need to get the truth out of her. Need to make her confess. I can’t get distracted.

But the longer we stand here, eyes locked, the harder resisting her becomes. Because the mix of innocence and vulnerability in her gaze is weakening my resolve to make her confess before telling her how I feel. Hell, it’s flat-out short-circuiting my self-control. And so instead of fuckingtalkingto her, I do what I’ve wanted to do for years but have resisted.

I kiss my son’s nanny.

ChapterFive

Drew

Rosemary and mintsurround me as I take one hand off the package so that I can snake an arm around Anna’s waist, pulling her closer. She releases the box with a soft gasp, and I set it on the counter.

I thread my fingers through the golden strands of her hair, becoming so tangled up in her that I wonder who’s actually in control. Lowering my head, I pull her more tightly against me, brushing my lips against hers.

Her mouth opens beneath mine, and I’m done for—she’s ruined me with one taste. Awash in her innocence, I’m reborn. She molds herself against me, and it’s even more perfect than my fantasies.

She must feel my rock-hard dick pressing against her, but she isn’t horrified, isn’t running away. No, she’s kissing me back with an intensity to match my own.

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