Then he patted my chest. “I can’t be disrespectful to you. You’re a great boss.”
“Well, that’s good to know.” I smiled to myself and prevented him from veering left.
“I love workin’ for you,” he slurred. “Please don’t fire me.”
For chrissakes.
“I have no reason to fire you.”
I slowed us down a bit so the last of our group could get on the elevators before us.
I had a feeling James would wake up with some regrets in the morning.
“Damn,” he whispered, shaping his hand around my bicep. “You’re, uh… Damn.”
I cleared my throat.
I could probably stop him, but I didn’t mind the ego boost. After nineteen years with Nate, where we were both great at showing appreciation for each other’s bodies, it’d been a lonely, lonely year. So if James wanted to drunkenly express that he found me hot, I wasn’t gonna stop him.
Eventually, we made it into an elevator, and I pushed the button for the fourth floor.
“Jordan likes you,” he sighed. “He says you’re, uh…perfect Daddy material.”
Fuck.
“Does he?”
“Mm.” He bobbed his head and leaned back against the wall. “He ain’t wrong.”
I raked my teeth across my bottom lip and narrowed my eyes. I wanted to ask questions, but it felt like taking advantage.
I guess I’d kinda assumed James was the Daddy in their mix—just…one of those submissive Daddies.
He still could be, of course.
“We’ve never…” He waved a hand, as if that filled in the rest of the sentence. “You know?”
I let out a laugh. “Idon’tknow. You’ve never what?”
“Exactly,” he said. “And then you came along, and we started talking about those fantasies.”
Oof. Okay, time to get him into bed.
I ushered him to our room and tapped the key card before entering. His bed was the first one, so I led him there and sat him down.
“I’mma strip you of the shirt and shoes. You do whatever you want with the rest, okay?” I started unbuttoning his shirt. “Warn me if you need to throw up.”
He definitely looked woozy.
“I can do it, boss…” He fell back against the mattress and went straight for his jeans. “Fuck clothes.”
Right. I took a step back. “I gotta take a leak.”
I did more than that in the bathroom, though, ’cause I had to make sure I didn’t lose it. I took a piss, I washed up, I brushed my teeth, then contemplated a cold shower. But I decided I was good. Oh—I checked my phone too. No new messages. Nothing from Nate.
Then I headed out to the drunk again, and I had to laugh when I saw him. He’d passed out right where I’d left him, in the middle of trying to push down his jeans.
“What am I gonna do with you?” I sighed and bent down to tug off his shoes.
