Page 23 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

God, I’m a prime idiot. I forgot all about the cameras spread out all over the room. The cameras that captured my conversation with Justine about how we needed boundaries in the first place. A conversation we wouldn’t need to be having if we had genuinely just met. I rub the base of my horns distractedly. This is a fucking mess.

The producer walks over to me with a bright smile I can’t return. “Good morning, Mr. Kernos. We’re all set to start out on today’s first activity, if you’re ready to join us.”

“Ah, yes. Listen, before we get started, there’s something I wanted to have a word with you about.”

“Certainly.”

“The crew knows not to use any footage that reveals the prior relationship between Justine and me, don’t they?”

Amy nods. “Yes, sir. Of course.” She pauses and looks behind us to where Justine is talking with one of the makeup assistants. “Have you considered what you’ll do after filming has finished?”

I blink. I hadn’t actually. But now she mentions it, I’ll have to do something. It’s an awkward situation. But untenable for Justine to stay on as my assistant after this.

I find that’s a shame, because I could see she’d been working hard to impress me. I’ll be able to give her a good reference at least. Perhaps I can call in a favor...

I don’t have any more time to properly consider the problem, though, because it’s time to begin the day’s schedule.

We start with a ridiculously lengthy breakfast, complete with awkward conversation prompts. I learn Justine tried ice skating as a kid and I’m not at all surprised to find that she was terrible at it. The thought of her sliding around on ice is highly amusing. Somehow that thought turns into catching her when she inevitably falls over her feet, and that is less amusing than it is endearing.

God, could I get any more pathetic? I need to get hold of myself.

After breakfast, Amy leads us to where a pair of golf carts are waiting outside the hotel. Today’s activity is another ridiculous date where we get to know each other better.

If it goes anything like yesterday, then I’ve got a couple of hours of hell to look forward to. Hours where I grouch at her and put my hoof in my mouth because, apparently, it’s becoming hard for me to think straight around her.

I really need to find a moment to jerk off.

“Oh, I just can’t get the hang of this!”

At Justine’s exclamation, I tear my eyes away from the distant patch of shade on the next hole just in time to see the club come swinging toward me.

I duck and it narrowly misses my horn.

Justine turns a deeper shade of red and covers her mouth with her hands. She looks utterly adorable in the white visor and tight white cropped pants they dressed her in for this date and I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes off the way the trousers hug her generous ass.

I’m also sweating like crazy in the heat, but no one else seems bothered.

“Sorry! Oh, I’m sorry.”

I shake my head, collect her golf club, and walk over to her. “Let me show you.”

I step closer, waiting for her to stop twisting her hands together. Then I hand her the club.

“Try again. Let me see what you’re doing.”

She takes it and turns, facing the ball and holding it out awkwardly in front of her.

“No, no. Like this.” Without thinking, I step closer and reach around on either side of her. Taking hold of her hands, I guide them into the proper position on the club.

“Oh!”

Of course, this puts her ass right up against my thighs, which is all it takes for my cock to sit up and take notice. It strains against my tight trousers toward the swell of her cheeks and I silently curse.

Trying to keep as much distance between us as possible, I gently pull her arms back so the club swings to the side in a smooth arc. Then very slowly, I help her swing it back down toward the ball. “See?”

“Yeah.” She nods.

I try not to notice the way her pale smooth skin disappears beneath the collar of her shirt. Or the way a shiver seems to run through her when I exhale and my breath tickles her neck. I stifle a groan. “Now move your hips and feet as well. Try to think about your hips following the same path as the end of the club.”