The Sexy Boss - Sedition: Book One by Z. L. Arkadie, T. R. Bertrand Read Free Book Online

garage behind the parkway project and pulls into a reserved spot. “I married her.”
    I sit up straight. “Oh.”
    The car comes to a rest, and Nolan puts it in park. He leans ever so slightly toward me and says with a breath so soft I can almost feel it on my face, “I'll be right there.”
    My heart is beating a mile a minute as he hops out of the driver’s seat. In an instant, my door opens, and Nolan is standing there. He takes my hand, and my flesh tingles as he helps me out of the car. What is this man doing to me? He’s my boss, I repeat until it sinks into my thick skull, and he’s a gentleman . All of this special attention he’s giving me means nothing significant.
    We walk into the restaurant, and Nolan is instantly greeted by a pretty hostess with flowing brown hair and a very short, thin white dress. I wait for Nolan to stare at her as if she’s his last supper, but he hardly notices that the hills of her tits and her panties are on display.
    “Nolan Patrick,” a guy passing through the entry says.
    “Chef Clark, good to see you.” Nolan shakes his hand and quickly introduces me.
    The chef says that he’s just starting his shift and instructs the maître d’ to seat us at the best table in the house. We follow the maître d’ to a table in the corner of the room near but not too close to the window. We have an excellent view of the pedestrian walkway, newly shoveled banks and enclaves of snow, and the Mississippi River. I take it in, careful not to show how much I want Nolan to throw me on top of the table and bang my brains out.
    I want to know more about Nolan’s past affairs, only because I want to put myself in her lucky shoes. I mean, I’ve never thought much about marriage or making a family. Heck, everyone I’ve known from high school who got married is either getting a divorce or should get a divorce, and I mean everyone.
    I take a moment to compose my question. “So, Nolan, you went to the theater and ended up marrying your date. That’s pretty interesting.”
    He peers at me with those sea-blue eyes of his. “And then we got a divorce.”
    “Well, don’t worry. I’m sure Cinderella and Prince Charming didn’t live happily ever after either. Nor did Sleeping Beauty and her prince and all the other ones who supposedly lived happily ever after.”
    “Not a fan of marriage?” he says.
    I shrug. “My parents have been married since forever. They love each other—like for real. Even when I was kid, I knew my parents were each other’s best friend. They used to tell me to make marriage my last priority and life and happiness my first.”
    Nolan nods, appearing impressed. “That's good advice.”
    “My parents are good at dispensing wisdom.”
    “Do they still live here in the city?”
    I grin. “My mom and dad live everywhere. They’ve spent the last five months in Honolulu, and now they’re on their way to St. Kitts.”
    “The Caribbean?”
    “That’s where they like to spend Christmas.”
    “Are you going to join them?”
    “They’ve already sent my ticket—first class, mind you.” I wink.
    Nolan’s face changes expression. “Abby,” he says quite sternly.
    I sit up straight, hoping I haven’t gotten too personal with him. “Yes.”
    “Those files you brought? Can you take those out please?”
    “Oh, sure.” What a strange and abrupt change of subject. I take the files out of my bag and set them on the table. “Is right here fine?”
    “Right there is perfect.” Suddenly he loses that tense expression. “So you’re spending Christmas where it’s warm?”
    It takes a moment for me to get back into my cheery mood. “Yes.”
    “Well, good for you! Just make sure you come back in one piece.” He winks.
    I smile. “I will.”
    Our gazes are lingering again. When this happens, my heart can’t help but palpitate.
    “Nolan, sorry I’ve taken so long. It’s pretty busy for a Thursday night,” Chef Clark says. “So what do you have for me?”
    We tear