Page 18 of Royal Bosshole

What? When?

Jen:For lunch. And another pumpkin-spice latte. Seems like he’s also a fan.She sent through another heart emoji.

Me:Or just dreaming he could have such a good one. Don’t let him back in the kitchen or near my recipe book!

Jen:I won’t, of course. But maybe you should let him near your recipe book instead.This time, she put an eggplant and three drops.

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. Was everyone wishing I would have sex or something?

Me:Jen! He’s my boss.

Jen:So? He’s hot, and it could be your best chance. Besides, he won’t be your boss forever. Just consider it. You’ve been stressed out lately. I think he could loosen you up.Another eggplant.

Me:Goodnight, Jen!

I closed my phone, my cheeks burning. When I put it down on the table, my drink came, and I took a sip like I was dying of thirst. My mind threw me back to that spot, leaning over James’s desk, letting him do things to me no one had done before. My cheeks got even redder.

I let him lick me…there.

No one had ever done that to me before, and I’d just let him. I barely knew the man, and I had just had his face in my ass and pussy. It wasn’t as if I was prepared for the whole thing either. I hadn’t shaved or anything and I was just splayed open in front of him, offering myself like a banquet.

I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself for a second. My body was still reacting to that orgasm, and it had been almost an hour since. My nipples were still peaked, and I was still aching for more. I let out a shaky breath, and then Stevie’s voice made me nearly jump out of my skin.

“Whoa, what’s going on here?” she asked, smiling at me as she slid across from me in the booth.

“What?” I asked, grabbing my wine and taking a more relaxed sip.

“You look as though you’ve seen a ghost. Or that you’re sick or something. You okay?”

“What’s up?” April asked, joining us with a juice already in hand.

“Does she look sick to you?” Stevie asked her, pointing at me.

I rolled my eyes, sitting up a little higher in my seat and hoping that my cheeks weren’t red anymore.

“Not sick. You just saw me this morning! That breakfast did wonders for me. I had so much energy at work today!” I smiled.

Energy to get your pussy licked and fingered.

“How were your days?” I asked, and Stevie shook her head at me.

“No, no. You were the one who invited us out. With the way you often get nervous on stage, I know that you hardly ever ask us to go and sing. So, something must be up.”

April waved down a waiter for Stevie. “Spill. How was the day?”

“Okay, fine.” I leaned forward and put my forehead on the table.

It was cool, and I wished it would calm the red in my cheeks. “I let James eat me out in his office.”

“What?”

My voice had sounded garbled since I’d spoken against the table. I lifted up a bit and looked between my friends. “I let James eat me out in his office.”

“What?!” they screamed together and started laughing and high-fiving.

“Why the celebration?” I pulled my wine over, wishing I had a whole vat of it to swim in.

“Because we totally bet that something would happen. I said third day so that doesn’t quite cut it, but April said second day! Lucky you, April. I owe you a drink.”

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