AI

reakin

belief still fres

tion dawned, "your boss is the guy you slept wit

aimed, throwi

my arm. "That is... I don't even know wha

the couch. "Oh, he knows, Gigi.

uth opening and closing l

he demanded, scooting closer to me on the couch. "

r gulp of wine before s

eeling good about myself, ready to nail this new jobnliterally a fresh start. I walk

i leaned in, eye

ighlight of the day," I said dryly. "Anyway, we get to his o

sped, clutchi

massive desk like he owns the world which he probably does, by the way and

jaw d

kiddin

ped, and all I could think was, oh shit, oh shit, oh

d my arm. "

Kingsley-" I paused, shivering at the memory. "He just smirked. Like he was enjoying it

tically bugged o

. He di

the room, he got up and walked over t

one of those slow, predatory walks? Like he's a

e that. And he towered over me,

e. "Girl, I'm sweating, a

e with my hands. "He leaned in and said, 'E

ands, bouncing on the co

ew who I was, knew I stole from him, and he was

did yo

ire me! I was stammering like a fool, saying I'

shot up. "Oh, girl, you re

es. "Anyway, he just stood there, smirking at me like a

t th

p breath, br

of luxury..." I took a breath before I dropped the bombshe

over her mouth, her ey

o.

casually, like it was no big deal. 'You. Me. No str

ead back, laughi

This is straight out of one of those ste

And it's not exactly romantic when your bos

laughter from her eyes. "This is a whole

cide and said I couldn't start working until I agreed," I told her. "Then he said if I declined, not

clutching her

did

ty to say, 'It's just your body, Elaine' while ra

. was it hot?" Gi

a pillow at her. "Th

o is. Elaine, this man is playing mind gam

into the couch, running a hand through my hair. "But

leaning in con

ne's already halfw

the heat rising to

gain, the mischief pract

ep dive on your devilishly han

muttered, sinking b

creen. "Kingsley Larson... CE

an eyebro

ing the screen. It was a professional p

, his smirk sharp enough to cut glass. His piercing

age, he radiated d

an is stupidly hot. Like, seeing him in the club that night di

"Trust me, that photo doesn

s piqued. She set the phone down

and leaning closer as if I

velvet, and it does things to you. And don't even get me started on how h

. "Girl, you're practic

though my cheek

.." I trailed off, my mind wandering to the night we spent togeth

ng a pillow at me. "

ng the pillow. "J

l the second he offered it," she said, picking her p

e's rich," I said

clicked a link and gasped, her eyes widening. "Elain

ped. "You'r

what else." Gigi's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Do you even understand

y, let's not ge

an most people make in a year, and he wants you." She pointed at me for emphasis. "He

like he's offering me that. He just wants..." I

ts." Gigi smirked. "And honestl

tared at he

keep your job, live in luxury, and have mind-blowing sex

d, though the words sounded

tting in a designer dress, sipping champagne on a yacht. You said it yourself, h

ed, biting my lip. "I don't

rms, her expressio

unities," she said. "This is one of them. Don't

ck, my mind

he was

ly the kind of chaos

*

n front of my mirror, takin

d decided to take Kingsle

gsley Larson's office and make my terms clear, I needed to loo

without crossing the line into inappropriate. The neckline dipped lo

ed edge. My legs were encased in sheer black stockings, leading down

my face, and my makeup was understated bu

t the doorway with a mug of coffee. "If he doesn't fal

," I smirked at her reflection. "I'm just mak

er eyes. "Just don't forget

oftly, grabb

I pla

ed to shift. He was seated behind his massive desk,

and predatory, and I could swear his gaz

ning back in his chair. The way he

my ground, striding towa

ning, Mr.

as his eyes continued to travel over m

wling up my neck and g

to talk

clearly amused. "By

ping my voice steady. "I've thought about

re he could say anything, I

ave cond

t. But as much as I could appreciate his raw, unrelenting beauty, as

oul

art shattered, and I had no intention of repeating that mistake. Kingsley may

to be his "plaything," his "no-strings-attached" ar

eone who clearly wasn't looking for anything more

e sure he was o