Page 64 of Boss from Hell
When I took her, it was with a savagery I didn’t know I was capable of. She moaned with pleasure while I held her hips firmly in place and slammed into her, watching her shapely ass as it jiggled with every thrust.
She didn’t know it yet, but I was taking her away for the weekend to Connecticut. Together we were going to attend a tedious society party my mother was throwing.
My reason was simple.
I couldn’t shake off the strong feeling that my competitor/enemy was known to me. Perhaps, just perhaps, Lillian would not be able to conceal her instinctive expression of recognition if she ever came face to face with the person or persons who hired her.
Chapter 36
Lillian
“You want to take me to your mother’s house for the weekend?” I asked incredulously, as I pulled on the divinely soft turquoise tracksuit Dana had dropped off.
“Yes.”
“So we’ll be pretending I’m your girlfriend?”
“We wouldn’t have to pretend very hard since we’re going at it like rabbits,” he quipped dryly from the bed.
“But your mother won’t like it. She told me in no uncertain terms that she was disappointed you had hooked up with one of your staff.”
“She’ll get over it,” he said callously.
I went to sit on the bed. “I’m not sure she will, Max. She sounded very sure of her disapproval.”
“Leave my mother to me. She knows better than to cross me.”
“It’ll be awkward,” I insisted.
“It won’t be. I’ll be there next to you the whole time.”
I frowned. “But I have nothing I can wear to a society party.”
“Wear anything you want. You look good in everything, anyway” he dismissed simply.
I chewed my lower lip anxiously. Typical male. Easy for him to say. He could just pick up a black tux from the tens of black tuxedos in his walk-in closet and he would fit in anywhere. Not so for me. It was clear his mother thought I was not good enough for her son, I definitely didn’t want everyone else to think that too.
“Stop panicking. Just call Dana and ask her to come back with some cocktail dresses for you to choose from.”
I began to shake my head, but he stopped me with a stern raised finger.
“I have to attend Peter’s pre-wedding party, but it will be a working weekend so I’m picking up the bill.”
My shoulders slumped. No real point in trying to argue with him. The undeniable fact was I didn’t have anything suitable to wear to a society party, and the last thing I wanted to do was make a fool of myself by looking like I belonged in Max’s front office and not on his arm.
“So we’re going to drive down to Connecticut?”
“That’s the plan.”
“What time do we leave?”
“2.00 p.m.”
The next morning after an invigorating run and a delicious fifteen minutes in the shower together, I went downstairs to find Dana was back with a whole rack of gorgeous dresses she thought would suit me. Max was right, she did have an excellent fashion sense.
It was difficult, but I finally decided on an elegant off-the-shoulder black silk dress. It reminded me of Lady Diana’s ‘revenge dress’. Form-fitting and sexy, but in a classy way.Paired with the necklace Max had given me it would be the perfect look for a high-society function. Dana had also picked out a pair of matching crocodile skin high heels to complete the outfit.
After a quick lunch, Max’s driver took me home so I could pack the rest of my stuff. It didn’t take me long to get a small suitcase ready since it was only for one night. The plan was to be back by Sunday.