Sleeping With My Boss: A Standalone Novel (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story) (A Dirty Office Romance) by Claire Adams Page A
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her
as I drove. The woman was breathtaking. I wondered if she realized just how
much. I almost suggested that, instead of heading straight to her place, we
could drive over to the beach and take a walk on the promenade.
I stopped myself before I said it, though; she had
just made it clear that morning that she wasn’t interested in anything aside
from focusing on the Harry Winston campaigns. Instead, I decided to just make
light conversation until we reached her building. And so, I did. Though, I was
tempted to take the long way just to keep the conversation going.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to the curb in front
of her building to let her out.
“Thanks so much for the ride, Asher,” she said. “I
appreciate it.”
“It was my pleasure. I enjoyed the company and the
conversation,” I replied. “We should do it more often.”
“Maybe we should; maybe we should,” she said cryptically.
“See you in the office tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of the
evening,” I called to her when she stepped onto the sidewalk.
“You, too! See you tomorrow.”
With that she turned on her heels and headed into her
apartment building. I drove off, smiling.
CHAPTER 6
Lilah
After Asher dropped me off, I waited in the lobby of
my building, watching as he drove away in his Maserati. I felt as if he'd been
wanting to say something the entire drive from the office to my apartment, but
had been holding himself back.
I couldn’t help but wonder if there had been something
he hadn’t said during the talk we'd had about our kiss that morning. To say
that it had been somewhat awkward was an understatement. I can understand how
some things might have gone unsaid. Things I wished I’d said had been on my
mind all day—not to mention the kiss itself.
It had been an amazing kiss—I'd been aware enough to
realize that. It wasn't as if we'd been blackout drunk; both of us had known
what we were doing, we had just had our inhibitions lowered. I couldn't deny
that I'd wanted him to kiss me at that moment and that I'd thoroughly enjoyed
every second of it.
But still, I had my questions regarding his
motivations behind it and his interest in me. I knew, of course, that he was
attracted to me, he’d made that clear, and that fact there wasn’t a single
doubt in my mind. But, rumor had it that he was quite a ladies' man, and since
he had neither denied nor confirmed this, I also questioned whether or not I
was just another conquest for him.
It was easy enough to believe. Someone with his
prestige, dashing good looks, killer body, impeccable sense of style, and, of
course, billions in the bank, could have practically any woman he wanted. He
struck me as a man who was used to getting what he wanted—in life and from
women. He came across as a smooth enough talker that I figured he had plenty of
experience with women. So what was to say I wasn't just another name to add to
what could very well be a rather long list?
The whole situation, to be honest, had me a bit
perplexed. I needed to sort through all the mixed emotions I was having. I
needed to have a good, in-depth conversation about it with someone who could
understand where I was coming from, if that was even possible. And Eddie, bless
his heart, was a man, so he wouldn't really be much help in that area. I needed
Meg.
Meghan had been one of my closest friends since our
college days. We'd met as freshmen when we were both business majors, but she
had dropped out of business school after a year and decided to become a lawyer
instead. We'd maintained a close friendship, nonetheless.
I pulled out my phone and went through my contacts
straight to “M.” I pressed the icon next to her name and waited for her to
answer.
“Lilah!” she exclaimed as she answered. “Hey, girlie!
What's going on?”
“Hey, Megs! Oh, a bit of this, a bit of that. Have you
eaten dinner yet?”
“Not yet, no. I'm just about to get out of the office.”
“Perfect. Would you like to grab a bite
as I drove. The woman was breathtaking. I wondered if she realized just how
much. I almost suggested that, instead of heading straight to her place, we
could drive over to the beach and take a walk on the promenade.
I stopped myself before I said it, though; she had
just made it clear that morning that she wasn’t interested in anything aside
from focusing on the Harry Winston campaigns. Instead, I decided to just make
light conversation until we reached her building. And so, I did. Though, I was
tempted to take the long way just to keep the conversation going.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to the curb in front
of her building to let her out.
“Thanks so much for the ride, Asher,” she said. “I
appreciate it.”
“It was my pleasure. I enjoyed the company and the
conversation,” I replied. “We should do it more often.”
“Maybe we should; maybe we should,” she said cryptically.
“See you in the office tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of the
evening,” I called to her when she stepped onto the sidewalk.
“You, too! See you tomorrow.”
With that she turned on her heels and headed into her
apartment building. I drove off, smiling.
CHAPTER 6
Lilah
After Asher dropped me off, I waited in the lobby of
my building, watching as he drove away in his Maserati. I felt as if he'd been
wanting to say something the entire drive from the office to my apartment, but
had been holding himself back.
I couldn’t help but wonder if there had been something
he hadn’t said during the talk we'd had about our kiss that morning. To say
that it had been somewhat awkward was an understatement. I can understand how
some things might have gone unsaid. Things I wished I’d said had been on my
mind all day—not to mention the kiss itself.
It had been an amazing kiss—I'd been aware enough to
realize that. It wasn't as if we'd been blackout drunk; both of us had known
what we were doing, we had just had our inhibitions lowered. I couldn't deny
that I'd wanted him to kiss me at that moment and that I'd thoroughly enjoyed
every second of it.
But still, I had my questions regarding his
motivations behind it and his interest in me. I knew, of course, that he was
attracted to me, he’d made that clear, and that fact there wasn’t a single
doubt in my mind. But, rumor had it that he was quite a ladies' man, and since
he had neither denied nor confirmed this, I also questioned whether or not I
was just another conquest for him.
It was easy enough to believe. Someone with his
prestige, dashing good looks, killer body, impeccable sense of style, and, of
course, billions in the bank, could have practically any woman he wanted. He
struck me as a man who was used to getting what he wanted—in life and from
women. He came across as a smooth enough talker that I figured he had plenty of
experience with women. So what was to say I wasn't just another name to add to
what could very well be a rather long list?
The whole situation, to be honest, had me a bit
perplexed. I needed to sort through all the mixed emotions I was having. I
needed to have a good, in-depth conversation about it with someone who could
understand where I was coming from, if that was even possible. And Eddie, bless
his heart, was a man, so he wouldn't really be much help in that area. I needed
Meg.
Meghan had been one of my closest friends since our
college days. We'd met as freshmen when we were both business majors, but she
had dropped out of business school after a year and decided to become a lawyer
instead. We'd maintained a close friendship, nonetheless.
I pulled out my phone and went through my contacts
straight to “M.” I pressed the icon next to her name and waited for her to
answer.
“Lilah!” she exclaimed as she answered. “Hey, girlie!
What's going on?”
“Hey, Megs! Oh, a bit of this, a bit of that. Have you
eaten dinner yet?”
“Not yet, no. I'm just about to get out of the office.”
“Perfect. Would you like to grab a bite
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