I was supposed to stop byhisplace first to report how everything went, make dinner, and then gohome.To my apartment.
It is much closer to the city than Robbie’s, which means I’ll have less of a commute if I leave for work from my place instead of his. I keep my head on a swivel as I walk from the building down the street. It’s late, and the last thing I need is trouble. It’s quiet, save for the sounds of the cars driving by and horns blaring. I make my way to the bus stop across the street and take a seat on the bench, pulling up my phone to look when the next bus picks up.
Seven thirty.That’s… any minute now.
Thankfully, there is no one else in the hut, or standing around, so I can relax a little while I wait. I pull up my Kindle app and pull up my latest book,10 Ways To Accidentally Fall In Loveby Emmy Sanders. I read while I wait; keeping my attention on my book but remaining as alert as I can so I don’t miss my bus.
Except, my bus seems to be late. I look at the time, noting it’s been nearly fifteen minutes and there’s no bus in sight.
“Do you need a ride?” The voice that pulls me from my book makes my blood chill.
I look up, noting Sloane standing there in his suit, his dark hair still so expertly styled even in the wind. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, no, I’m just… I’m sure it’ll be here any minute,” I say, feeling a strange sense of panic.
“Surprised you didn’t drive in yourself,” he says, standing in front of me like an ominously good-looking statue.
“I mean… plenty of guys take public transportation to work. It’s practical. Saves on gas.”
“Practical,” he says, licking his lips. “Funny. Usually my assistants are anything butpractical.”
I feel my cheeks heat again, and I look away from him, back at my phone.
“I’m fine, really, I—”
“Get up, Oliver,” he says, that stern tone making my entire body stiffen. Including my damn dick.
“Mr. Pierce, I assure you—”
“I said. Get. Up.” He takes two steps towards me. I look up at him, unable to tear my gaze from his vicious, icy blue one.
I could tell him no. Hell, Ishouldmost certainly tell him I’m fine and don’t need him bossing me around, but…
Part of me likes the idea. Of him—bossing me around. Not because I know it’s what will keep him interested, because that was what Robbie said heprefers,but because sue me, I like a man in charge. I always have. I like direction. It takes away the anxiety of not knowing what the right thing is to do. Like right now.
Deciding whether to listen or to assure my boss I’m okay and let him leave is a hard decision.
But I decide to listen if only because the end goal is to make him want me, right?
And that starts with getting him to care. So, I guess this could be my in.
And maybe Idoneed a ride, seeing as it is now nearing eight pm and there is no sign of the bus.
“That’s a good boy,” he says darkly, nodding for me to follow him.
“Come.”
The word is smooth, sexier than it should be. I know he’s just telling me to follow him, but…
I can’t deny the way it makes me imagine him saying it in amuchdifferent scenario…
My cock twitches in my pants at that thought.
Ugh, now isnotthe time for inappropriate erections! The air is cold, and I hear the sounds of blaring sirens as I catch up to his side.
“You really don’t have to do this,” I say.
Sloane looks at me from his peripheral vision.
