Page 42 of Bossy Trouble

“Fuck.” My head flew back, and I lost my sanity. “That felt so fucking good.”

I lost it at that point.

I couldn’t help lunging like a mindless animal into her. Words that I didn’t recognize dropped from my lips, thoughtless words that sounded like litanies, like curses, like praise. I buried them in the side of her neck, sucking at her skin and squeezing her waist as my senses escaped from me.

“Georgia,” I hissed as I finally came in tortured spurts of release.

It took us a while to come back to ourselves.

Georgia was limp against me, seeming to lack the energy to do more than just breathe. I was pretty beat myself, but soon, all the thoughts of what we had just done came rushing in.

And how much of a mistake this was.

Especially since we hadn’t even locked the door.

“Damn.” I glanced at it and wondered if anyone had come in. I’d like to say that I would have known if someone had, but by the end, I completely lost my mind. They could have been banging down the door, and I doubted I would have heard it.

Georgia finally stirred. She glanced up at me with a wry expression on her face.

“Damn is right,” she said.

“We definitely shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, we shouldn’t have.”

“We shouldn’t do it again.”

She gave me a wry look. “We say that all the time.”

“Yes, we do,” I admitted. And as always, it was futile.

She smiled at me, and I smiled back. We both acknowledged the reality of our circumstances.

“Why don’t we just do it?” she suggested, shrugging. “Just go with it?”

I cocked my eyebrow. I wasn’t expecting her to say that, but she continued, “I mean, I’m single. You’re single. We certainly have the chemistry, and we’ll both be working together very often. Why not make it easier on ourselves and just give in to some no strings attached fun?”

“Look at you being the cosmopolitan woman.”

She shrugged, hopping off the table. “Well, you learn a few things when you get to my age. If you can’t beat the game, play it and at least try to enjoy it.” She turned to me. “I have some things to get done. I’ll be going now.”

And with that, she left, but not without me seeing the wobble in her legs.

* * *

Sheikh Ahmed was alreadyat the meeting spot when I got there. This time, we convened at a flashy country club, one I’d been debating canceling my membership to because of how rarely I used it.

The man seemed to have no humor once again, but today was likely for a good reason. I ended things with Sasha yesterday, telling her honestly that while I enjoyed her company, I didn’t think I could offer her the depth of emotions she deserved. It was a nice way of saying I felt nothing for her, and she deserved better than a bastard like me. Which was true.

The entire experience was strange. I’d broken up with plenty of women before, but this was one of the few instances in my life that I put someone’s needs above mine. It had taken me some deliberation to get to that point, and I knew I was essentially condemning my company by doing so. But a part of me also deeply felt like I was doing the right thing.

Sasha was understandably upset by the whole thing, but she didn’t cry as most other women would have. She was mostly silent, only asking me a few questions about what had changed. Then she asked me if there was someone else. I told her I couldn’t answer that honestly—because I didn’t know the answer myself—and then she kicked me out of her house. In my opinion, I got off pretty easily, and while I felt conflicted about the whole thing, I was happy it was over.

Although I didn’t know for sure because today was the true test. At the very least, either Ahmed would shoot me at this meeting, or he would call off the deal. I would try to convince him not to, but if he did, oh well. I would just need to find another investor. Quickly.

The sheikh stared me down while I approached, but I didn’t let it intimidate me, meeting his gaze as I slid into the seat.

“We were expecting you at dinner the other night,” he began.

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