Page 31 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Breezing past the sea of people, I finally spotted the old client I’d seen earlier. There was no work-related issue. It was just a necessary formality.

Midway conversation I spotted Sarah talking to Renee. She was here?

Somehow it unsettled me, but I maintained the conversation. After all the small talk was over, I headed for the table.

Sarah had gone and in her stead was Alex.

My annoyance increased when I reached the table.

“Alex,” I grunted at the man I’d been friends with for quite a while.

I didn’t like how he talked to Renee. Or how she giggled heartily in return.

“Damien, my man,” he moved in for a hug. But my hands remained in my pocket.

His dark blonde hair had grown longer, and he stood two inches shorter.

The last time I saw him was when he was leaving the States for another country. Why was he suddenly clingy?

“When did you return?” I grunted.

“A few days ago,” Tan hands swirled his drink. “Enough about me. Let’s talk about you.”

He wiggled his brows at Renee who’d been watching us quietly.

“Renee has agreed to have drinks with me. We’ll be going t-”

I eyed her. “She did what?”

Was she drunk?

She shot me a sheepish smile before rising from her seat. “Umm... I think I have to use the bathroom.”

She was kidding if she thought she could escape this.

I strode behind her until we reached the hallway.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To pee,” she increased her pace.

In two steps, I reached her just before she entered the ladies. “I don’t like my employees walking out on me.”

Her peachy fragrance engulfed me as I towered above her frame. She backed into the wall with a small whimper.

Round, wide eyes stared at me with a mix of innocence and anticipation.

The elevator was a mistake, I couldn’t let another happen. But the look she gave me wa-

Fuck.

My lips collided with hers in a hurried embrace as I brought my palms to cup her face. The intensity and desire busted through my lungs as she pressed herself into me. And before long, I was making my way down her neck.

She moaned, bringing fingers into my hair, while angling her neck. Running my hands down her soft curves, I simultaneously lifted her dress.

Her core was moist when I found it. The light material of her thong did nothing to hold its wetness.

Light whimpers filled my ears as I nibbled on the soft flesh of her neck with just one thought in mind. I yanked the obstruction and when my thumb brushed her clit, she released a breathy moan.

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