Page 34 of Seducing Her Scarred Boss

Sophy didn’t need to look to know what it was but she did anyway. He was back out there already bouncing his damn ball. Well, she wasn’t going to go running after him, not this time. She looked across and frowned at the fence. It was covered in even more graffiti now.

She didn’t see him the rest of the day, didn’t expect to see him until the next. But when her doorbell rang she wasn’t surprised.

‘Have you eaten?’ she asked as she opened it to let him in.

He was leaning against the doorjamb. Dressed entirely in dark clothes—black trousers, a charcoal V-neck tee. ‘That’s not why I’m here.’

She deliberately leaned against the opposite side of the door frame. ‘No? Then why are you here?’

‘Don’t play games.’ His glare blistered. So he was still brooding.

‘You’d better come in.’

He crossed the threshold into the hall, stopped as he saw the black-clad sylph standing at the other end of the hall.

‘Lorenzo, you met Rosanna the other night. Rosanna, this is Lorenzo, my boss.’

His frown super-sized up.

Rosanna moved swiftly down the hall, her case rolling behind her. ‘I’m off, darling. Back in a few days. Be good.’ She grinned wickedly.

‘You too,’ Sophy tried to coo, but it was a squeak.

She heard Rosanna’s chuckle.

Lorenzo was still frowning long after the door had closed behind Rosanna.

‘She’s very discreet,’ Sophy said to reassure him. ‘She won’t say anything.’

He jerked his head to the side. ‘I’m not your boss.’

Oh, was that the problem? She smiled. ‘Yes you are.’

‘Not really.’

She knew what he meant and this was different from the usual office affair. In truth she was doing him a favour working for Whistle. The balance of power wasn’t so weighted towards him—at least not in respect of that. Sophy wanted to smooth it even more. ‘Tell you what, why don’t you let me be the boss in the bedroom—that’ll even us out.’

‘Never.’ The fire in his eyes burned from ice-cold to hot.

‘But it’s my bedroom.’

He shook his head, chasing off the last of the threatening storm clouds.

‘You just see if you can stay in charge, then.Boss’She threw down the challenge. Knew she didn’t have a hope in winning at all—but shrieked with laughter as she turned and ran as fast as she could to her room.

He caught her before she got there and went completely caveman. And she was quite happy to be his woman of the moment.

* * *

The days couldn’t pass fast enough. He was on her doorstep before she even got home some nights. But he didn’t suggest she ride home with him and nor did she offer to take him. The boundaries might be invisible but they were there.

But as the evenings lengthened and their physical need was temporarily tamed she turned and talked to him. About nothing. About everything. But never about anything personal. She didn’t want to talk about her family, sensed he never would talk about his. But one night she got some courage and steered the conversation slightly towards him. ‘Why the Whistle Fund?’

He lifted his head off the pillow. ‘Why at all?’

‘No, why the name?’

‘Because that’s what you do when you need help. You whistle.’ He pursed his lips and gave a short whistle.

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