Taking Her Boss by Alegra Verde Read Free Book Online Page A

I’ll call you later.”
    He stood there, unmoving.
    “Really,” I assured him, “I can handle this.”
    “Glory,” he began.
    “I got this, Alex, really,” I said, and picked up the file we’d come up here for. “And take this with you. Read it over and tell me what you think. I’ll call you. Tomorrow midmorning at the latest.” I was shoving him and the folder out the door.
    “I can wait, and you could come back to the hotel with me,” he coaxed.
    I laughed. “Thanks, but really, I need to deal with this and I need a minute. I want you to go, okay?” You have to be firm and clear with some guys. Alex is nice, but I wasn’t looking for a relationship. You have to give him credit, though. He isn’t like some of these jerks who get theirs then skitter off like the rats they are at the first sign of difficulty.
    I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. I could feel his soften and meld with mine. “It was good,” I said against his lips, and it was, too, even though I didn’t come off. That probably had more to do with being interrupted by Davies. “ You are good,” I said, and slid the tip of my tongue between his lips. He cupped my ass and squeezed.
    “Now go,” I said firmly, and pushed him out the door.
    I watched for a minute to make sure he headed to the elevators and didn’t detour to Davies’s office. When I heard the ding of the elevator, I closed the door to my office and leaned against its hard surface to catch my breath and steel my nerves. Then I headed to the side door of my office, the one that led directly into Davies’s.
     
    I knocked once. “Come in.” He voice was muffled by the closed door, but it was clear. Uncertain how these matters were usually handled, I stood in the doorway contemplating my next move. “Sit,” he said, and waved toward one of the three leather armchairs positioned in a half circle in front of his desk. I took the center one, seating myself directly in front of him as he sat behind his massive desk leaning forward, his elbows just at the edge supporting his weight. He studied me for a minute letting the silence speak as he clasped his hands together. One finger strayed from the steeple to toy with his lips.
    “Alex Rodriquez?” he said, or was it a question.
    “Sir?” Mine was a question.
    “Why?”
    “I like him.” The bare truth. He nodded.
    “Why here?”
    “It just happened. We came back here for the prospectus. He didn’t want to wait until tomorrow.”
    “Is he the only one?”
    “Sir?” What was he asking?
    “Of our clients?”

    “Yes.”
    “I must say—” he leaned back in his chair “—I was surprised by your…actions.”
    I waited.
    “Of course, I’ve always known that you were a very sexual person. Anyone can see that, but you’ve always been so…so…well behaved.”
    I couldn’t help it. I laughed at that. Well behaved, where did that come from?
    “No.” He reddened a bit. “I mean, you’ve always been businesslike in your dealings with me.”
    What does one say to that? I nodded, and I’m sure my eyebrows rose and furrowed like they do sometimes when someone says something obvious or irritating.
    “I mean, I’ve always found you appealing.” His fingers were rubbing his chin thoughtfully like he does when we brainstorm about clients and contracts and plot the best strategies to lure and secure them.
    Oh, no, I thought, and I really liked this job. I liked Davies. He was a good boss, good at what he did and he trusted me to do my job, no second-guessing. He seemed to know my strengths and made sure that I had input on the accounts that could benefit by them. Further, he kept his hands to himself. We’d been out drinking with clients many a late night and he’d never even allowed a hand to accidentally brush my breast, and if a client got too friendly, he never failed to divert the client’s attention, and on one memorable occasion let the client know in bold words that my favors were not on