Page 56 of Arrogant Boss

“I can’t thank you enough.”

“You can thank me with a blow job.” He smirks.

I swat his shoulder and giggle. “Must everything be about sex with you?”

“Stop being beautiful, and I’ll stop being a horndog.” He shakes his head. “You hungry?”

I twist around and gaze into his blue eyes. Even though the temperature has dropped, my skin burns hotter than lava. I take a good look at Atlas, and he’s absolutely stunning. There is no denying that. I have always taken the time to admire his beauty, but goddamn the man is a walking sex dream.

“No. But I can use a cup of tea with honey if we have it.”

He nods, leading me to the kitchen. Being at Atlas’s place, usually I’ll hear the two maids cleaning each room, or the chef whipping up a delicious meal.

“No maids or chefs,” I tease.

He shakes his head, yanks a cup from the eggshell cabinet and grabs a small pot. After filling it with water, he places it on an aisle and turns the knob.

“I used this place to get away from the world and the demands of my career.” He slides his hands into his pockets and leans his hip against the beige granite counter.

“The house used to belong to my grandparents.”

“What happened to them?”

“My grandmother passed away from a brain tumor, and my grandfather passed away three days later. He couldn’t handle the grief of losing her, so he died from a massive heart attack.”

The color drains from my face. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

He nods. “I always wanted to know what it feels like to love someone unconditionally, to the point you can’t live without them.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

He shakes his head. “Not to my knowledge. I didn’t love my ex. I tolerated her until I got tired of her.”

“I thought I loved Carter, but… I don’t. I didn’t like the way he broke up with me.”

Atlas lifts an eyebrow, then yanks his t-shirt over his head, revealing his marble abs and the V-line that disappears down his pants. I try not to stare, swallowing deeply as I revert my eyes to the pale floor.

“My previous boyfriend before him… Well… He was a star quarterback in high school and had a promising future. When he broke his knee, well… he wasn’t kind to me anymore, so I broke up with him.”

He places his index fingers on my lips. “Enough about your exes. They don’t compare to me, and I’m jealous of them.”

“You’re jealous? I thought the gorgeous Atlas was never jealous,” I tease, gently smacking my cheek.

He traces his finger onto the back of my hand. “I did, every time you would bring Carter to dinner, or to any function.”

Surprise rushes through me, and adrenaline spikes my blood. “W-what? You never showed any interest in me. The interactions I had with you were minimal.”

“It’s called putting on a poker face. You seemed happy with him.”

“I wasn’t,” I say a little too fast. “I was settling with him. I think deep down he knew I was, which is why he broke up with me when things got hard between us.”

“You remember when we went to Daytona Beach three years back?”

I nod.

“You wore a red skimpy bikini, and your father threw a fit.”

“He almost had a heart attack and insisted I change. You brought a bimbo with you.”

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