Page 12 of Mr. Not Quite Perfect

“But what?” I stood there with my hands on my hips and glared at him.

“You haven’t finished both slices of your pizza yet.”

I stared at him in disappointment. I’d been hoping he was going to apologize, hoping he was going to say that he was awkward after a one-night stand and that it had been so good between us that he hadn’t realized that the night would be so special or something to that effect. I mean, I knew it was highly unrealistic. He was Travis Covington, one of the most gorgeous and richest men in the world, and I was just Molly Malone, someone who was about to start working for his company.

I bit down on my lower lip. “Well, you know what?” I started and then grew angry as I heard him chuckling.

“I mean, I could do you first if you want.”

He reached forward to hold me.

“What are you doing?”

“I was going to lift you onto the countertop,” he said with a wicked grin. “Have my morning breakfast now. I mean, you’ve had your pizza.”

For a couple of seconds, I was going to let him. Who said no to someone going down on them first thing in the morning? Especially when they had a tongue like Travis’s. But I had my principles.

“You know what? I’m out of here.”

I hurried to his bedroom, grabbed my clothes, and pulled them on quickly. “And don’t bother calling me,” I said. “This was a one and done, thank God, and I don’t want to ever do it again.”

“If you say so,” he said, winking at me, “but…”

“But nothing,” I said and scurried out the door.

I realized I’d left my handbag and cursed under my breath. I banged on the door again, and he opened it naked. I looked down and saw that his cock was erect and hard.

“That shit did not just turn you on, did it?” I said, staring at him in shock.

“What? I was in the kitchen with a naked woman I was hoping to have sex with again. Of course I’m turned on.”

“But I’m mad at you, and I just stormed out, and…”

“Now you’re back,” he said.

“Because I left my handbag.”

“Oh,” he said. “You want me to get it, or…?”

“Yes, please. I’m not going back in there again.”

“Okay.” He nodded.

I watched as he walked back to his bedroom, and I stared at his toned, firm butt. Damn, he really did have an amazing body. He walked back about thirty seconds later with my handbag and handed it to me.

“Here you go, Molly.”

“Thank you,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Are you sure you…?”

“I’m sure,” I said and rushed back down the hallway.

My face was burning with shame and embarrassment. I felt like I was being a little bit of a drama queen. Had I overreacted to what he’d said? I wasn’t sure. But what I did know was I didn’t want him to think I was just some cheap, easy bimbo. He had to know that I didn’t just get down on my knees and suck on command. Though if he’d asked a little bit nicer, who knows what I would’ve done? I giggled to myself as I got into the elevator.

It really wasn’t funny, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell Rosalie and Alice about what had happened. Maybe I’d keepit to myself. It’d just been a one-time thing. I didn’t want it getting out that I’d slept with my boss before I’d even started the job. And I mean, he was the CEO. It was very unlikely I’d ever have to see him again. I just needed to work there for a couple of months and make as much money as possible, then I could bounce.

I sighed as I made my way to the street. I was tired and slightly sore. I would never tell Travis to his face that he had the largest cock I’d ever had inside me. He had stretched me in ways I’d never thought I could be stretched. I wasn’t going to think about that now. He was the last thing I wanted to think about.

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