Page 24 of Arrogant Boss

“I will, thanks for the ride.” I yank the silver door handle open and step out.

The nightly breeze tickles my skin as I watch her drive off into oncoming traffic.

Once I’m inside the tinted glass building, I wave at the doorman, and he smiles, tipping his red hat at me. I head to the front desk, smiling at the receptionist as men wearing black suits stroll across the lobby. Their security is tight so no one can go to those elevators without checking in at the front desk.

“How can I help you?” she asks.

“I’m here to see Atlas Conrad.”

“Is he expecting you?”

“Yes,” I lie.

“What’s your name?”

“Lake Ortiz,” I answer.

She types my name into the computer, and her face lights up. “You’re on his visitation list.”

She hands me a key, and I take the private elevator to the top floor. Once I’m inside, I lean my weight on the silver rails.

What should I say to him?Hey, I don’t know if you’re busy, but let’s have sex? I snatch my phone from my back pocket and glance at the time. It’s nine p.m. He might be out with his friends, or he might be out with another woman.

I tuck my phone back into my pocket. I didn’t think this plan through, and I hope I don’t make a total jackass out of myself.

As soon as I step out of the elevator, I proceed to stride to the black door. His penthouse is the only one on this floor. I ring the door, tap my foot, play with the tip of my hair.

He opens the door, and a smile spreads across his face. My gaze drops down to his smooth chest, to the V that disappears under his plaid pajama pants.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Can I come in?”

“I’m in the middle of a family meeting,” he answers.

Regret burns in my chest. “I’m sorry, I’ll come back at another time.”

“Are you okay?”

I lean against the doorframe and rub the side of my temple. “Yes, I shouldn’t have come here unannounced. I want to talk to you about our deal.” I hold on to the doorframe. “Why is the room spinning? Don’t answer, I know why the room is spinning. I need to stop drinking liquor, it makes me do stupid things. Like buying expensive lingerie to seduce my arrogant boss by telling him I want to sit on his face.” I slap my palm across my forehead. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

He sinks his white teeth into his bottom lip and yanks me by my belt loops. My body slams into his, and he cups my cheeks, tracing his thumb across my bottom lip. I nip it, causing him to groan. “What else do you want me to do to you?”

My forehead rubs against his chest, and a million butterflies swim in my lower belly, making my mouth water. “I want you to come in my mouth and on my tits.”

“Come inside.” He grabs me by the waist and walks directly behind me, his erection brushing against my lower back. My core aches with need.

Once we reach the living room, I sit across from his father before Atlas disappears from the room. I glance around at the remodeled suite and the change of furniture. Everything in here is white. The curtains, the couch, the rugs, and the marble floors. How does he even live here and not have one stain?

“Lake.”

I totally forgot his father is sitting in the leather recliner across from me. Mr. Conrad is the spitting image of his son, except his hair is sandy brown with a mix of white. He wears an expensive suit, and he has a body like he works out. I see where Atlas gets his physique from.

“Mr. Conrad.”

“Call me William.” A smile stretches across his face. “It’s lovely seeing you.”

I’m trying so hard not to puke and keep my composure, so I mumble, “You too,” under my breath. His eyes roam to my legs then to my body, before zeroing in on my breasts. Creep.

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