Page 20 of Bossy Grump's Secret

My chest reverberates loudly. He tastes of alcohol, but high quality...like he didn't have too much and still got a drunk. Tequila maybe.

I don't stop him from kissing me. I sink deeper into it and let his careless, frantic hands rummage around. His one hand stays on my waist while the other one goes to my rear, and he gives that a squeeze.

I moan at the deliciousness of his touch before I open my eyes to reality. This man is drunk! He'd probably forget all of this by tomorrow.

With that realization, I get up quickly and exit the room before he says something other than a long groan. He'll be fine. Getting back to my room, Lily still in bed. When she sees me, she sits up.

"You're finally back. Got any pictures?" she asks, and I immediately whip out my phone and show her the images and videos I took. We'd talk about the kiss some other day.

"... huh?" She sniffs the air around her and finally my clothes, which gets my heart to resume pounding. "You smell... familiar."

"Fine! Let me just tell you then. I met Dylan in the hall." I then told her everything that transpired between us.

"Well, with everything, I really hope you can ask him to give us less work," she chuckles.

"Lil, he was drunk. I'd be surprised if he remembers tomorrow morning." I laugh, shaking my head for making myself too cheap and hoping he didn't remember... even though my heart, a willed organ since the beginning of time, wished desperately for his presence, even a little, to ease it.

Ava

Morning came. The first thing I notice as I walk up the stairs is his eyes. I feel them stuck like glue at the back of my head. This is too awkward.

Since I am on housekeeping duty and assigned certain floors with my partner, everything should be a piece of cake from here. We start off light. I find her methods of cleaning a room effectively. This is where working with someone more experienced than you matters. You get ideas you could only develop after years of suffering...

"Listen, girl. This place doesn't need to be vacuumed every single time," Robbie says and hits the carpet. "Just turn the machine on and give an impression. Many of these customers never make a mess... far too many. "

She kicks the lever, turns on the machine, and does a brief sweep around exactly as she said. Once she's done in less than five seconds, she turns it off and looks at me proudly, having shown off the trick.

"Thank you," I say.

"From this moment on, your life will be easier," she affirms. She just gazes at me with a dull look before her face forms a smile.

Just then, Dylan peeks into the room, and the temperature instantly rises. So does my inner thighs.

"Morning, ladies," he greets, even though his gaze is pasted on my forehead like a big red X. To avoid giving off the impression of breaking a law, we both respond casually, especially me..

"Work coming along well?" he asks in his severe usual work voice. Robbie and I both give affirmative answers. He doesn't linger long, which I'm grateful for because it is the most uncomfortable thirty seconds of my life. Never have I felt so nervous and so turned on at the same time.

Robbie notices it because she asks if I'm okay when he leaves. Then says something about me, almost giving him reason to suspect foul play... but, of course, she knows nothing of the offensive play between Dylan and me.

We do our work as judiciously as possible, with Dylan checking in on us two more times to make sure we're still fired up. That's more times than usual . Each time, he makes our interaction more awkward than the last.

"So, you guys are about to finish here?" He is standing by the door of the last room we have to do.

Robbie regards him like he has grown an extra arm, but I know why he is here. He is probably seeking answers to what happened yesterday. Either that, or he is just enjoying an unconscious affinity to me from the ripple effect of the kiss.

There's no way he remembers...no way he should...

"Yes, uh. I guess it is a piece of cake once you get to do it a few more times," I say, and shrug.

He nods.

"You seem tired." He tilts his head to observe me further.

"I just did a day's work in less than six hours. Of course, I'm tired," I chuckle.

Robbie and Dylan exchange a look and burst out laughing, but with Dylan, it’s a more vocal smile than actual laughter.

Now that I think about it, I understand why he had Lily, and me separated. We are the perfect representation of the word "distraction", and now that we are off each other's backs, I can perform much better.

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