Page 78 of Boss from Hell

“Yes. Nothing has changed. She’s arranging the bachelor party for you so it would be quite appropriate for you to invite her. We play the game exactly as we discussed. We don’t doanything that could alert them to the fact that we are aware of their existence.”

“Man, this is such a mess,” Chris mumbled as we waited for the pedestrian lights to change.

Chapter 45

Lillian

Iwoke up at dawn to Max nuzzling the back of my neck. I’d shown him where I kept my spare key and he must have come directly from the bachelor party. Before I knew it, we were moving together in perfect rhythm.

I came first, crying out his name and holding his body tightly to mine. He came a few seconds later, growling as if words could not fully express the intensity of what he was experiencing.

He took two painkillers for his hangover and left soon after.

I stood at the window and watched him leave. Sometimes I was sure we were one being cut into two halves, and at other times he seemed to be a stranger. Sometimes, he looked at me as if he wanted to devour me whole, and other times he looked at me as if he hated me.

As he reached his car he turned and looked up at my window. I didn’t wave and neither did he. For a while he simply stood there staring at me, then he turned and slid into the backseat of the car. He did not look up again as his chauffeur drove away.

I went back to bed and lay on the pillow he had rested his head on. His scent was faint, but if I closed my eyes, I could see it all again. How he had come last night. Drunk, angry, and sad atthe same time. I could feel his blood pounding in his wrist when I caught it.

“Have you missed me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Show me how much.”

I got naked and rode him. The whole time I was grinding my sex on top of him he watched me avidly, ravenously. When he touched my skin it was as if he couldn’t believe I was real.

I got to work early. I had a couple of hours before he was due back from a meeting on the other side of town, so I was going through some emails and anticipating another quiet hour or so when I heard the elevator doors swish open. I looked up and was surprised to see the familiar super-thin woman strolling into my office.

Paige.

She narrowed her eyes as she tried to place me. Incredulous recognition came quickly. “You were with Max at Peter’s engagement party, weren’t you?”

“Hello, Paige,” I said calmly while internally, a dead weight sat on my chest. What was she doing here? She belonged in Connecticut.

“Your Max’s secretary?” she asked, looking pleased about that.

“Yes, I’m his personal assistant,” I replied.

“How convenient,” she said.

I refused to rise to the bait. I just looked at her blankly.

She frowned. “Well, can I go in?”

“He’s not in and I’m not sure what time he’ll be back,” I said, glad that Max was out of the office.

“He didn’t mention that he would be out when we met for lunch yesterday.”

My surprise must have shown on my face because she looked like a cat that had got the cream.

“You didn’t know about that, did you?” She gave a delighted little laugh. “I guess he doesn’t tell you everything about his whereabouts.”

Pain rumbled through me, even though I kept my face impassive. “Do you have a message for him?”

“Nope. I’ll call him directly.”

Her job was done so she turned around and sashayed out of the office.