Page 19 of Bossy Trouble

A furious Georgia was one of the most intriguing and sexiest things I’d ever seen.

I remembered the time she caught me reading her diary. Garrett and I had gone to her dorm that evening because he needed to give her a notebook or something like that. She wasn’t there when we arrived, but she’d been careless enough to leave the thing right by her bed. The pink sparkly cover beckoned me, and the minute Garrett stepped aside, I couldn’t resist picking it up to glance through.

Who the hell even kept a diary these days?I thought, smirking.And what did Georgia have that she wanted to keep so private?

Of course, I didn’t get the chance to find out what was in it because the minute I flipped the first page, Georgia arrived, saw the thing in my hands, and completely lost her shit.

She leaped across the room and grabbed the book, nearly falling in her effort to rip it from my hands. I caught her before she could fall and held her, laughing as she twisted and turned, huffing and puffing as she fought me with all her strength.

“I’ve had it with you, Donovan Dresden!” she raged after she’d wrestled the book out of my hands. Her hair was messed up and sticking in random curls around her face. But it was her eyes, her flashing golden eyes, that drew my attention as she continued to rant.

“You think just because you’re so popular, you can do whatever the fuck you want!” she fumed. “Well, guess what? You can’t! You can’t just come into my room and touch my stuff without asking, and the next time you do that, you’re going to regret it, I swear to God.”

“Oh yeah?” I couldn’t resist mocking.

“Yeah,” she shot back, and her hands balled into fists. “I’ll make you pay for it.”

“You and what army?” I said. I admired the way the air around her hair nearly bristled, the way she pressed that plump lower lip into a thin line, and the way her fist practically vibrated in her anger. I did not doubt that if I made a move toward her at that point, she would punch me. And I would probably let her too.

God, she was so hot then.

Heartless bastard that I was, I wanted to pole her even more to see her fly off the handle again.

And this was more than just reading a diary.

She probably saw what I just did as a betrayal, but the truth was that I was saving her a lot of headaches in the long run. She wasn’t cut out to run her company, not with how she currently managed her affairs. She may not see that now, but maybe in time, she will understand that.

Then again, maybe not.

In either case, I would be hearing from her soon enough.

It was nearly noon when someone knocked on the door.

“Come in,” I said.

Ellen poked her head through the door. She looked annoyed.

“Sir, you have a visitor,” she said. “They don’t have an appointment, but they insist on seeing you today.”

“They?”

“She, sir.”

Anticipation built. “Let her in.”

Ellen did not look any more pleased about that, but she knew better than to say anything in response. She immediately retreated, and it was a few seconds before there was another knock.

That was odd.

I didn’t expect Georgia to knock. I expected her to barge in here without waiting and immediately start yelling about how I would never get away with it. Or something of the sort.

“Come in,” I said, and the door finally opened to reveal Georgia standing there with a carefully schooled expression.

She was dressed in overalls and a T-shirt today, one that did nothing to hide those delectable curves. She had her trademark tote bag in her hands, and it reminded me of the way she excitedly showed me all her documents at her home and how her eyes glittered with her passion.

A discomfort trickled through me—something that felt suspiciously like guilt. But it couldn’t be that. I never felt guilty—it was a useless emotion.

She was definitely upset. I could see it in the redness of her cheeks and the stiffness of her stature. But the rage was absent, or at the very least suppressed. The fire wasn’t there, and I couldn’t say I wasn’t disappointed.

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