Page 22 of Sexy Bad Boss

Chapter Seven

MYRA

James wants to make me a partner.

I’m speechless, and not just because he is so far off the mark it’s enough to make a grown woman cry.

As for his offer of a promotion?

I can’t say I haven’t thought about what it would be like to have a different position in his company, and not just the regular fantasy I have at my desk where he bends me over the yearly calendar. I’ve imagined what it would be like to have my own clients. I’ve practically been that woman any time James has been out of the office for business anyway. But it’s not what I want. It’s never been my dream. Working for him has always been because it’s him. A promotion isn’t enough to fix what’s wrong with us. And it’s not enough to base my life on.

I want more.

“How about it, Myra? You’ll get a pay increase and a new office. Hell, you can even hire your own personal assistant. Some kid straight out of college who will be eager to fetch your coffee. An intern you can teach all your tricks.”

“I-I resigned, remember?” I’d hoped that being a little more straightforward with him this evening might make a difference in the way he approached our problem, but he’s blinder than a bat with faulty sonar, pinging from idea to idea in the hope of landing on the right one and getting nothing more than a damaged skull for his trouble.

“That doesn’t matter. You know I’m not going to accept your resignation.” Deep lines mar his forehead. “This is what you were asking for last night, wasn’t it? And I said no. It’s why you’re quitting.”

Not even close.

“Do you honestly think you would have said no if I’d asked you for a promotion?”

“Well, no, but...”

“And fallen over the goat?”

“The goat had it out for me. You saw it. That four-legged beast hates me.”

“It does not,” I chide, almost giving in to the urge to re-tuck the edges of the afghan before recalling how close I’d come to touching parts of him I’ve only fantasized about.

“Then why don’t you tell me what happened? Save me all this guessing.” His fingers wind around my wrist. “At some point, I am going to remember, you know.”

I’m not sure if it’s my pulse or his I can feel through his fingertips. Either way it’s a tad fast. If I can feel his, does he notice mine too? “I’m sure you will. Now why don’t you get some rest, James? We can talk about all this tomorrow.”

“Just tell me. How can I fix the problem if I don’t know what it is?”

Judging from last night’s effort to escape me, I’m not sure the problem is so much fixable as it is life-changing. “Do you think maybe this is one of those issues you can’t fix?”

“Of course I can. I thought we’d come to the conclusion that nothing was impossible when the two of us work together.”

“Did we?” I glance at where his cock tents the blanket across his lap. He’s still wearing those awful golf pants of Garrett’s. I should really help him out of them. I pinch my lip between my teeth. Between my hand, his dick, and some lube, we could definitely make the impossible possible.

“Of course we did,” he mutters. “You were there. The first time we had drinks with the rest of the team.”

“Our first ever Frost Inc. social engagement.”

“Yes. That’s the one.”

“I remember.” Everyone else left before midnight, but not James. He was sitting at the bar when I went to say goodnight.

“It’s late. I’m going to go too,” I say as I join him.

“No, stay.” He pockets his phone, turning his gaze on me. It’s a little more friendly than I’m used to at work, but he’s more jovial after a few drinks than he is in the office. “We’ll have another drink.”

“Okay.” I set my purse on the bar. With several business trips coming up in the next few months, it’s probably best if I know what he’s like on a personal level.