Page 36 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Chapter 3

Myles

Yep, I was good and toasty, and not in a cozy way. I had to be more than a little tipsy to face my boss and tell him I wanted him. I cursed and thanked my best friend as Mr. Harrington manhandled me. Fuck, I nearly came right then when he pressed his hard body against mine, and his muscles weren’t the only thing that was hard. That he was turned on made my dick happy and responsive as hell. I tuned out the entire bar and wouldn’t have cared at that point if my boss ripped off my jeans and took me then and there.

But then, the party was over when he dragged my sorry ass out of the bar, trying not to trip over my own drunken feet while his words kept reverberating in my head. “I don’t fuck PAs who are drunk.” Did that mean he actually thought about fucking me but didn’t because I was drunk? Was this a line he was willing to cross? Would he be willing to fuck me if I hadn’t been drinking? His interest in me had crossed my mind when he’d actually shown up at the bar after I texted him. Why else would he have come?

Perhaps I had a chance after all.

Don’t do it. You’re just drunk. This was only a dare. You propositioned your boss, so you stuck with the dare. End of story. Jules said nothing about actually fucking your boss.

But god, did I want to. The way Mr. Harrington overpowered me. Dominated me. I imagined him controlling me in bed, making me do naughty things to him. Or hell, it would be even better in his office.

We reached outside, and he continued to drag me down the street. The evening was cool, and my sweater wasn’t warm enough, so I was instantly covered in goosebumps.

“You didn’t drive, did you? I should fire you if you did.”

“No, sir.”

Mr. Harrington stopped in his tracks, and I nearly stumbled into him when he spun around to face me. His aqua-colored eyes turned nearly black as his thick brows slammed down. He leaned in and growled. He fucking growled, and the sound went straight to my nuts. Holy shit. Why was that so hot? Then I imagined his short beard chafing my face from a deep kiss.

His hand reached for my throat, grabbed it right under my chin, and lifted my face up to meet his. “I should make you call me that from now on.” He quickly let me go and ran a hand through his neatly cropped brown hair before shaking his head as if coming out of some trance. “Jesus.”

My boss grabbed my arm again and dragged me to where his car was parked. He unlocked it with his key fob and opened the door for me before helping me inside. Once I was safely in and buckled up, he closed the door and got in on the driver’s side.

“What’s your address?”

In the three years I’d worked for Kane Harrington, he’d not once been over to my place. Our relationship was strictly professional. He’d always been patient with me, but he wasn’t the easiest person to get to know. But I couldn’t complain. There were worse jobs out there—and worse bosses.

I recited my address and he plugged it into his GPS on his console, then he drove off as I sunk into the soft leather seat. The leather scent of his car mingled with his smell of bergamot and cedar. I took a deep breath of the masculine scent and tried not to groan.

The city was a blur as he buzzed by, and before I knew it, Mr. Harrington had pulled into my apartment complex.

“I’m in the second building over there,” I said, pointing.

He found an empty parking spot and pulled into it. Once the car was put in park, I opened the door and tried to climb out, but the sudden movement, mixed with the stillness of not driving, sent my dizziness straight to my stomach as it burned with acid, threatening to all come up on the asphalt.

“Ugh,” I groaned. I usually didn’t drink this much, so the alcohol hit me hard. I burped and hiccuped at the same time, making me groan again.

My boss grumbled and got out of his car. Suddenly, strong hands lifted me up and out of the car.

“Come on, Mr. McCoy. Let’s get you safely inside and straight to a toilet if you can hold it.”

Gosh, what a swell guy. My own boss, taking care of me. He’s so sweet.

His laugh was deep and reverberated through my soul. Or maybe it was my cock. I couldn’t tell.

“I’m not that sweet.”

“Shit, did I say that out loud?”

“You did. It’s fine. You’re always taking care of me.”

“Aww.”

He rolled his gorgeous ocean eyes as he led me toward my building.

“I’m apartment 204.”