Page 33 of Sexy Bad Boss

Chapter Ten

JAMES

“So you finally did the deed with Myra, huh?”

My head snaps around. “W-what?”

Garrett chuckles and slaps his hands onto his thighs. “Can’t say I blame you, although she never did anything for me, personally. I mean, I remember thinking she was hot when I first met her, but she wasn’t really my type.”

“That’s got to be a first for you. Until you met Erin, I was under the impression that if she had breasts and a hole, you were interested.”

“Shows what you know. Myra’s the staying kind, and back then, I shied away from that type.”

The staying kind? Yeah, well, she’s not anymore, apparently. I’m going to lose her in a week and a half. Which I should be grateful for, given the fact we apparently can’t keep our paws off each other. Except I’m pretty sure when she leaves the company, she’ll leave me too.

“So, how was it?” Garrett asks, breaking across my thoughts.

“Even if anything happened, I wouldn’t tell you about it.” I lift my chin and try to pull my dignity around myself like a cloak that will protect me against my brother’s prodding. My sex life—or whatever the hell is going on between Myra and me—is none of his business. And even if I were inclined to share personal information with my brother, I wouldn’t know what to say.

Because I have no freaking idea what happened. I mean, I do, don’t get me wrong. Myra’s glorious, pink, wet pussy hovering over my face has got to be the greatest image I’ve ever seen. The most delicious delicacy I’ve ever tasted. Her orgasm the greatest accomplishment I’ve ever achieved.

But what does it mean?

What are we supposed to say to each other when she returns to the house? How do we talk about this, when I don’t even know what this is?

Did we just become fuck buddies? Friends with benefits? An office romance? Fling, more likely. God knows she wouldn’t be interested in anything more than that, not with me. Garrett’s right. She expects to date a perfect guy, to fall in love with him, to marry him and have perfect babies with him, and I am fully aware of how unfailingly imperfect I am.

I wouldn’t make the short list, if she even has one. I doubt I’d be on any list, no matter how long it was. So whatever the hell happened between us—this sensual, oral relationship we’ve developed—it’s only temporary. Will last only as long as she’s still in my employ. The moment her two weeks is up, she will move on, leaving my personal and professional life.

Which is the way it should be, and exactly what I don’t want.

Garrett peers at the window where Simon is perched, watching us, her tail swishing back and forth against the wall below. “When did you adopt a cat? I thought you hated pets.”

“I do. I didn’t.”

“I don’t understand.”

Shaking my head, I say, “It snuck into the house the other day while Myra was grilling, and I haven’t been able to convince it to leave.”

Garrett stands and stalks to the cat, lifting it into his arms and heading for the door. “All you do is toss it out on the—”

“Stop!”

He freezes and turns to arch his brows. I let out a huff. “Don’t throw it out the front door, for God’s sake. It might get hit by a car.”

With the cat curled into the crook of his elbow, he returns to the living room and drops into the recliner. “Probably easier to get rid of it if you actually set it free. In fact, I strongly encourage you to work on keeping her instead.”

“The cat?”

He shakes his head and strokes the feline’s head. “Not talking about the cat.”

Then what the hell is he talking about?

“I take it you didn’t bang her. I could’ve sworn I smelled the musk of a woman’s arousal.”

Gritting my teeth, I say, “No, I didn’t, if you must know.”