Page 14 of The Boss's Possession

“It’s perfect.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t see how it is.”

“This is how it’s meant to fit.”

Carson silenced her protest with another kiss and then took her hand, leading her back to his car. He helped her inside and told Peter, his driver, where they wanted to go.

“Have you been to a nightclub?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Ah, you’re in for a treat.”

“I must sound very boring to you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t … I’ve … partying and drinking, it doesn’t sound like a lot of fun. I prefer to stay home, you know. Sew.”

He smiled. “That doesn’t sound dull at all.”

“Ah, so you sew?”

“No, I don’t sew and you know that.” He winked at her.

Her hands were locked together and he saw how nervous she was. He took one of her hands within his, lifting it to his lips and kissing her knuckles.

“Relax.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’ve been to nightclubs before.”

“They’re not scary places. Did your grandparents tell you they were?” he asked.

Willow laughed. “No. They wanted me to go out and party, to have a life. Grandma was worried I was hiding from life.”

“And are you?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No, I’m not hiding, it’s just, I’ve never, I don’t … ugh, I don’t make friends easily, and I guess going to nightclubs on my own just didn’t appeal to me.” She frowned. “Are we seriously talking about this?”

He wanted her to relax. The nightclub wasn’t far. It was early and he wished to conduct his business soon. He already had food waiting for them inside his office. There would be time to enjoy some food, do work, and then dance.

Peter pulled up to the nightclub, and the doors were not even open.

“I think I’m overdressed.”

“No such thing.”

He loved the dress he’d chosen, which showed off her curves, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. Most of the day, he’d wanted to be alone with her, touch her, make love to her, fuck her. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for this woman.

Walking into his nightclub, he saw that the men and women were preparing to receive customers. The floors were being mopped, the bar was fully stocked.

They all turned toward him in greeting. He nodded at them and took Willow with him.

He got to his office. Peter knew when he’d parked the car, to come in and stay at the bar and keep an eye on everyone.

Arriving in his office, he was pleased to see that the food waited on his desk.

“More food?” Willow asked.

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