My Arrogant Boss by Kylie King
Chapter Ten
FINN
When I woke up the next morning, my head was pounding. After I’d practically pushed Rachel away, I found a half-empty bottle of whiskey in my desk drawer and finished it off, just to get rid of any illicit ideas I had of her.
But the illicit ideas didn’t stay away for long. When I saw her leave, I took off my pants, crashed on the couch in my office, and fisted and pumped my cock until I came. Cum, dribbled over my fist when I released, some getting on my pants.
I imagined Rachel coming back into my office, forgetting my orders, and climbing on top of me to ride my cock. I imagined her getting off to suck my cum into her pretty little mouth and swallowing it all down.
It was wishful thinking, and I knew it, but damn, would it have been magnificent.
It was a new day now, and as I’d told Jake, I didn’t fuck my employees. I disregarded all thoughts of Rachel as best as I could, grabbed the spare suit hanging in my office closet, and freshened up in my suite-style bathroom.
By the time 9 a.m. rolled around, and I’d swished my mouth with mouthwash, it didn’t even appear as if I was hung over. I left my office to get to the conference room and heard the elevator. I noticed Rachel walking in with Audrey, and I hurried to the conference room before she could see me. I knew what I’d done last night was unprofessional. I touched her, came close to kissing her. I couldn’t have her thinking that was the norm for me.
At the end of the day, my business came first, and I couldn’t let it sink over drunk, late-night urges, and lust.
I sat at the head of the table, spreading my papers out. Audrey walked into the room, placed fresh pastries on the serving table, and then booted up the coffee maker. She told me good morning, I returned the greeting, and then she was out of the conference room to tend to her secretary duties.
My client had arrived, and Rachel escorted him in. She helped me organize my notes, and every time our eyes connected, I felt my cock ache.
Fuck.What was wrong with me? All of a sudden, I didn’t hate Rachel and instead wanted to fuck her every which way. I blamed Jake for that—for putting the idea of fucking her until she was out of my system into my head. It didn’t sound like such a bad idea anymore.
When the meeting was over, I knew I’d won Thomas Hotels over. Audrey and Rachel cleared the room and took the leftover pastries and coffee to the breakroom, and when Audrey left to attend her son’s soccer game, Rachel sat at her desk to do more work.
I sat in my office, watching her for a moment. When her eyes would venture over to mine, I’d look away. Eventually, she’d finished up her tasks for the day and started packing, but it didn’t feel quite right just to let her walk out of there. After last night, something had come over me. I wanted her close, even if we couldn’t do anything together. But what the hell was I supposed to do about it?
“I’m meeting Katie for a pedicure. Is there anything else you need from me before I go?” she asked when she met up to my door.
“No. I’m good, Quinn. Enjoy the rest of your day and tell Katie I said hello.”
She nodded, her blonde curls swimming around her face. “Okay.” She shifted on her feet, hesitant.
“Is there anything else?”
“It’s…about last night,” she started.
I did my best to remain neutral. “What about it?”
“It was true what I said. I don’t hate you, Finn. And I think it would be nice if we can start being more mature about where we stand from now on. Plus, it would save our friends a lot of grief.” She huffed a laugh.
I laughed too. “Yes. It absolutely would.”
“So, what do you say?” she asked. “Can we start over?”
“Sure, Quinn. We can start over.” I pushed out of my chair. “But only if you agree to get a drink with me tonight. You know, to celebrate our newfound friendship.” I was a fool. Such a fucking fool. To me, drinks with a woman always meant sex. But with Rachel, it was different. I did want to start anew, give ourselves a fun night of drinking and a refresher. Yeah, that’s what I told myself anyway.
“Um…okay. Sure. Just let me know what time and where.”
“I’ll text you.”
“Okay.” She gave me a smile and then turned away, making her way toward the elevator. As she went, I watched her round hips swing in her brown leather skirt.
And when she boarded the elevator, I realized I was way in over my head. I wanted to fuck Rachel Quinn like there was no tomorrow, and I wanted it to happen as soon as possible.