Boss Me Good (Boss Me #1) by Eva Grayson Read Free Book Online Page B

“I want everything that I wrote in that journal, and you saw all the details, so I don’t know why you’re pressing me like this. You know I want you any way I can have you—inside me…everything I wrote was the truth.” The speech has wound me up, and I find myself panting, trying to make my lungs larger than the size of grapes. “But what do you want?” I desperately need to know I’m not the only one vulnerable here.
    What was that kiss all about? Does it mean something?
    My whole body is yelling that it does. I can still feel the burn of his fingers through my clothes. My mouth is swollen, and I can taste his coffee flavor on my tongue, feel the imprint of his body slammed against mine.
    He wants me. That rigid cock pressing on my pelvis wasn’t a hallucination.
    Dane stares at me for a long moment in total silence. I force my spine to straighten and don’t look away, even though I feel like every emotion I have is on display. My secrets are already out, so what’s the point in pretending anymore? Why not feel liberated by this newfound freedom, instead? If only I could.
    Dane’s lips thin for a brief moment, and he gives a brisk nod, like a decision has been made. “Okay. I want you to go sit down at your desk and go back to work.” He sounds like Boss Dane, but the contrast of heated fire in his eyes makes me feel off-kilter, unsure how to read him right now.
    What is he telling me here? Was this kiss some kind of strange test of…something I don’t know? Will it ever happen again? Is he just dismissing me, and now we’re going back to normal?
    It’s clear he didn’t call me in here to let me go. And pride keeps me from begging him to clarify what’s going on, despite my confusion.
    Dane nods to the floor, and I glance down, realizing I must have dropped my notebook and pen at my feet when he kissed me. My body still crackles with the fire lit in my veins, but my brain is spinning. I bend down and pick up my stuff, then spin and exit his office.
    I need a minute to think. To sort out what the hell just happened. To get my body back under control.
    And to relish in what might be the one and only kiss I ever have with Dane Rossi. The most passionate moment of my entire life, by far. One I’d give anything to repeat again.

Six

Emme
    T ime has stopped .
    Or it sure feels that way, anyway. Since exiting Dane’s office, I’ve done everything I can to stay busy. I’ve filed every random piece of paper on my desk. I’ve responded to all my emails. I made extra copies of color surveys. I asked my coworkers if they need assistance with anything.
    Whatever it takes to make me stop thinking about that kiss.
    It doesn’t work.
    Is Dane thinking about me right now too? Or has he been able to push me out of his head and focus on his clients? Maybe I should get tips from him on how to do that. I smother an awkward laugh.
    By the time lunchtime hits, I’m so fidgety I can’t stand to be around myself. I need to get the hell away from this spot, get some breathing room. Or else I might just explode. Or go march into his office and demand he kiss me again.
    Lauren passes by my desk with a brown paper bag in her hand. Impulse has me saying hi to her.
    “Hey, Emme,” she replies with a friendly smile, stopping in front of me. Today she has on a pair of tight red pants that mold to her figure, along with a form-fit white dress shirt open at the throat. Her red hair is pulled back in a soft bun with pieces loose around her face. She’s gorgeous. “Happy Friday!”
    “You heading to lunch? Want to eat together?” I can hardly believe my own assertiveness. Maybe desperation makes me more social.
    The surprise in her eyes is covered quickly. “Yeah, sure. I’m just going to the cafeteria, but it’ll be nice to have someone to eat with. I usually stay at my desk.”
    “Me too.” I dig into my drawer to pull out my salad and soda and follow her down the elevator to the basement. The doors open, and we turn