Page 7 of Arrogant Boss

He holds up both of his hands. “You caught me.” He scoots closer to me, leaning forward. “I love watching you shake your ass, it made my day.” His voice tickles my ear.

My cheeks burn as I bite down on my lip.

The bartender’s smile widens when she glances at Atlas. I try not to stare at him, but I can’t help it. I study his square jaw, the faint freckles across his tan nose, and I mentally count them. He has twelve.

“What will you be having?” Her gaze stays glued to Atlas.

“I’ll have a glass of scotch.” He points at me. “She’ll have a lime margarita.”

“Coming right up.” She winks.

As soon as she’s out of earshot, I say, “I don’t need you to order for me. I can do it myself.”

I like it when a man orders me a drink, but I’m not going to admit it.

He smiles and winks. “I’m sure you can.”

The bartender comes up and places our drinks on the bartop. Atlas sits so close to me, his arm brushes against mine, and I study his large hand as he wraps it around the glass.

Even though the bar is laid-back, the air between us is euphoric despite my arousal wetting my panties.

I drain the rest of my drink, then I ask the bartender to bring me four more shots of tequila. Once she places the small glasses on the bartop, I down them. He sips his scotch, crinkles his nose, and clicks his tongue.

“What?”

“How can someone as tiny as you not be drunk by now?

“I’ve been drinking since I was sixteen, this girl can handle her liquor.”

His eyes widen, and he licks his lips. “I know something else you can handle.”

I turn toward him. “Oh, yeah? What?”

His gaze drops to my breasts then back to my eyes, and he leans closer, his lips so close to mine that if I move an inch, I’ll be able to kiss him. I’m dying to know how his lips would feel on mine. I shouldn’t entertain the idea. My head feels light, and I feel as if I’m floating on clouds. The liquor is taking effect.

“We never finished our conversation the other night at your father’s retirement party.” His tone is husky and deep, sending goosebumps down my arms.

Sitting back, I shake my head as my gaze roams around the bar. The crowd has died down and a few people leave. I search for Poppy, but she’s nowhere in sight. Maybe she’s already left without telling me. She’ll bail when she and Link fight.

“I had no idea we were having a real convo.”

“Before you storm off again, I was going to tell you to meet me at my penthouse.”

Nervousness bubbles inside of me. I’ve been to his penthouse a few times onFifth Avenue with my father for business. I imagine him spreading me wide on his leather couch and fucking me from behind. It’s been so long since I had someone fuck me good. “Why would I do that?”

He cocks his right eyebrow. “Do I have to spell it out for you?”

I know exactly what he’s saying, but I want to see if he’s bold enough to tell me.

I tap my finger on the side of my temple. “I’m a little slow, please do.”

He chuckles before he leans down, and whispers, “I want my face buried between your legs, eating your pussy until you’re screaming my name, and I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

My panties are soaking wet, I’m going to need to change them, and my nipples pebble against the thin fabric of my dress. My skin feels hot. Too hot. I snap my legs shut and shake my head, trying to erase the image from my mind. This is not a good idea. Being around Atlas is not a good idea.

“Why would I have any interest in sleeping with you?”

He drains the reminder of his scotch and with a smirk, he grabs a few strands of my hair, examining it.

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