Page 94 of Demanding Mob Boss

"I've never seen you pout before. It's cute." He taps my bottom lip. "But there's no need. You can come back to work in my office if you want to."

"I can? But I thought it wasn't safe."

"Everyone is going to know you belong to me and the risk they are taking when they try to get to you."

"Because you are a scary guy?"

"Yes."

Too bad the detectives yesterday didn’t realize that, but I have a feeling they will come to regret their decisions. Cian is not the forgiving type. I don't know what exactly happened to the men who hurt Shea, but I'm pretty sure it's worse than what they did to her.

"If I can be with you, I want to stay here."

"In my apartment," he reiterates.

"Yes, but I need my clothes." I don't ever want to leave it, but he's not going to want me to just move in on him.

That's not how things work. I'm not even sure how to define what we have. Am I his girlfriend? His lover? We haven't had intercourse, but he's touched me more intimately than anyone ever has.

Still, wanting to move in with him is both impetuous and irrational. It also wouldn't be fair to Ini. She needs my half of the rent. I know all this, but I can't help feeling the way that I do. I don't have to act on those feelings though. That's something one of the many therapists my aunt hired to fix me said.

I can feel whatever way I need to, but I do not have to act. It sounds a lot easier in theory than reality. I tried to explain that to the therapist. To my aunt and uncle. None of them agreed. They all said I had to try harder.

I've done my own research on ASD and they're all wrong. You can't rewire a brain just by trying. Sometimes, we are what we are.

Ini gets that. She always has. Which is why, I won't leave her high and dry for the rent. No matter how much I want to move in with my boss.

"I'll send Tommy over to collect your things. Make a list for him."

I nod. "What am I supposed to wear to work today?" I can't go in his t-shirt.

"You'll have to wait to come into the office until after Tommy gets back with your clothes."

Considering he hasn’t left yet and I don't even know if he's awake, that could be a while. I sigh, but nod. "Okay."

"You can go back to sleep."

I shake my head. "I'm too awake."

"Want to make me some coffee while I'm in the shower?"

"Yes." I climb out of the bed and walk into the other room.

Cian groans behind me. "It had better be a cold shower," he mutters.

I smile. I like tempting him. A lot.

I find the t-shirt he threw aside last night and put it back on. It's big on me and hangs to a couple of inches above my knees. Most importantly, it doesn't feel wrong against my skin. It's soft. It breathes. I like it.

There's an espresso machine in the kitchen. I have no idea how to use it, so I look it up on YouTube. There's a video that takes me through it step by step and by the time Cian comes out wearing a suit and looking grim, I've got a cup of espresso ready for him.

He takes it and kisses me. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Do you want some breakfast?"

"I don't have time."

I noticed he had nutrition bars in one of the drawers I searched looking for the coffee scoop. I spin around and grab one and then hold it out to him. "You need to eat something. I'll bring you real food when I come down later."

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