Sleeping With My Boss: A Standalone Novel (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story) (A Dirty Office Romance) by Claire Adams Read Free Book Online

asked the
driver.
    “No, no, Alfred,” replied Asher. “I'll walk this fine
young lady to the lobby in my socks. I’ll be all right.”
    Again, we both burst out laughing. Asher, however,
quickly put on a serious face and then held his arm out for me to take.
    “Come, I'll walk you to the lobby,” he said in an
uncharacteristically gentle tone of voice.
    I slipped my arm through his and immediately felt hot
energy passing from his skin to mine. He placed his other hand on mine with a
gentle tightness that sent a shiver of subtle pleasure down my spine as we
walked.
    I leaned in and whispered, “Did you just call your
driver Alfred?”
    A broad smile grew across Asher’s face. “I did.”
    “Hmmm,” I offered with a grin.
    “You want to know if I’m Batman, don’t you?”
    I chuckled. “Nope.”
    “No?” he looked genuinely surprised. “Why not?
Everyone asks that when they learn my driver’s name. It’s why I hired him.” He offered
a smug smile.
    “If you’re Batman, then the less I know, the better,”
I said with matter-of-factness.
    “Smart girl,” he replied.
    We reached the entrance to my building and paused at
the doorway.
    “Thank you for dinner,” I said as I turned to face
him.
    “You are more than welcome. I had a really great time
with you tonight,” Asher said.
    “As did I.”
    Our eyes met, and I found myself moving closer to him.
    “Do you…think we had a bit too much wine?” I
whispered.
    “Maybe. But I’m feeling pretty good right now,” his
words were soft as he shifted closer to me.Slowly, his fingertips slid up my
arm and his hands each came to rest on either side of my face. I didn't resist;
I didn't want to resist. Every fiber of my being wanted him to kiss me at that
moment.
    Moments later, his supple lips covered mine. As the
kiss deepened, I could have sworn I felt lights exploding behind my eyes. With
one hand, he ran his fingers through my hair, while the other eased down and
wrapped around my waist, pulling our bodies together. I rose on tiptoes so I
could wrap my arms around his broad, strong shoulders. His kiss was tender but
passionate, melting my resolve. Deep down, I knew it was a bad idea to be
kissing this beautiful man, but the heat of his mouth on mine was more than I
was able to pull away from.
    Eventually, our lips parted and we simply stood with
our arms around each other, foreheads touching, both breathing heavily. We
stared into each other's eyes for a while, smoldering heat still passing
between us. I knew I had to step in and cool things off before anything else
happened that we’d both regret. I broke the silence.
    “I…uh… Wow,” I said, somewhat awkwardly.
    “Yeah,” he said, taking a step back, breaking the bond
our bodies had formed. “I didn't, uh, I didn't plan on that happening.”
    “I'd better get upstairs,” I said as I disengaged completely
from our embrace. “We've got a long day tomorrow, and I need a decent night's
sleep.”
    “Yeah,” he said. “Me, too.” His body language shifted
quickly the moment I stepped away from him.
    “Thank you again for a lovely evening, Asher. It was
fun. I'll see you at the office tomorrow.”
    “Yes, of course,” he said, looking like a guilty kid
who’d stolen candy from a jar he wasn’t supposed to have his hand in.
    It was adorable, really. So much so, before I realized
what I was doing, I leaned in abruptly and kissed him again, but made sure to
pull back before it became as intense as the previous one.
    “Thanks again,” I said with a smile. And with that, I
turned quickly on my heels and hurried into my building, leaving Asher standing
on the sidewalk grinning in his socks.

CHAPTER 5
    Asher

 
    I woke up at five a.m., as I always did, but getting
out of bed was a lot more difficult than it normally was. My mouth felt dry and
a dull pain throbbed in my head. As I heaved myself out of bed, a wave of
nausea threatened my system.
    Hangovers: my main reason for avoiding