Page 10 of Boss from Hell

Bite your wayward tongue.

Chapter 5

Max

When my mother excused herself and got up to go to the bathroom, I grunted and carried on reading.

A waiter came to our table and spoke to Lillian, “Is there something wrong with your dish, Miss?”

I looked up curiously. She had hardly eaten.

She raised her gaze to him. “The food is fine, thank you. It’s the company that’s a problem.”

The waiter’s eyebrows flew upwards. He glanced at me, then very wisely withdrew, without comment.

I was incensed.

Lillian turned her expressionless gaze to me as if daring me to say anything to her. I couldn’t believe her arrogance. I was so pissed off I was of the mind to fire her right then and there, but something stopped me.

Nobody had ever stood up to me before, and it was a new feeling that I wasn’t sure how I felt about.

I’d met all sorts of women and to be honest, they were all the fucking same. They ran after me, sucked up to me, and generally offered everything on a plate in the hope there would be a ring coming in the near future. There was no challenge or fun. Theywere just willing bodies in my bed. And afterwards, I couldn’t wait to throw them out of the door.

My mother returned at that moment. On her face was the smile she used when trying to be friendly to people she thought were not up to her standard.

“Do you want dessert, mother?” I asked.

“Just coffee for me,” my mother replied.

I turned to Lillian, my face impassive. “Dessert?”

Her eyes flashed with some hidden emotion. Then she smiled, an odd smile and I knew. It was payback time.

“No, thank you, Sir.”

Laughter threatened to burst out of me. Sassy. Very sassy, but two could play this game. “Lillian,” I chided gently, indulgently. “How many times must I tell you? Don’t call me Sir outside the bedroom.”

My mother’s eyes nearly dropped out of her face, and hot color rushed into Lillian’s cheeks as I coolly summoned the waiter.

“You're quite different from the women Maximus has dated in the past,” my mother commented into the awkward silence.

I spoke up fast, my voice hard. “Mother, we talked about this before. Leave it alone.”

I had a feeling that Lillian had reached her limit, and if my mother said one more thing about us being in a relationship, she was going to blurt out the truth, and it kinda suited me to let my mother think I was in a relationship. One less thing for her to nag me about. She had recently gotten it into her head that she was ready for grandchildren. As if it fucking worked that way. I’d never met a woman who had tempted me to take things beyond the bedroom.

“Can't I even have a conversation with your girlfriend?” my mother insisted.

“I think we're done here,” I said, suddenly fed up with the whole situation.

“But we haven't even finished the wine yet, Maximus! You're always in such a rush!” my mother scolded.

I noticed Lillian had a slight smirk on her face, and that irritated me to no end. At that moment, I wanted to reach out, grab her by the back of the neck, and kiss her savagely—so savagely that she would come to work the following day with swollen, bruised lips, and each time she looked at me she'd remember the brutality of my kiss. And never dare provoke me again.

My cock stirred and grew hard.

Hell, why couldn't I stop thinking about how it would feel to fuck her? Lust burned in my brain. I was like a man possessed. I tried to rationalize it out; she was fine alright, but there were many women in the city who were as fine, if not finer.

I didn't understand why I was so obsessed with the idea of having sex with her. Maybe it was the way she had thrust her chin out and stood up to me. She wasn't a doormat like all the other assistants I’d had. You had to admire a woman who could stand up to a tyrant, one who was used to getting his own way all the time.