Page 10 of Property of my Boss

“Morning,” she says, pushing through the office door as she juggles a canvas tote bag and a water bottle the size of her arm.

The instinct to bend her forward over my desk and fill her up overwhelms me. It’s all I can think about. Her soft skin, her long legs, that pretty little mouth dropped open as I lift that ass and plow into her over and over again.

Fuck.

“Good morning,” I manage, clearing my throat.

She sets her bag down on the chair in front of my desk and her water bottle on my table before making her way to the coffee maker. “How was your night?”

Thoughts of jerking off to her sighing fill my head, but I push those away as well. “Good. Got a lot of work done. Hopefully today will be as productive.” I turn away and sit at my desk, occupying my eyes with paperwork, though they slip up more than once to catch her bending over near the coffee maker.

This isn’t right. I’m losing control.

“Yeah?” Her tone is bright. “What’s on the agenda?”

“We’ve got a few campers coming, so I’ll show you the system to get everyone checked in. I expect the store will be busier today too, so I’ll need you to take care of all the shoppers that come through as well as taking any new reservations that are booked through our website. It’s all fairly easy. I’m sure you’ll catch on quickly. How was the hospital last night? You must be tired.”

She pulls two mugs down from the cabinet above the sink and leans against the counter as she waits for the machine to finish its brew. “Honestly? Yeah, I’m exhausted. Friday nights are notoriously insane, but last night takes the cake. For some reason every teenager in town was up at the jumping rock taking turns doing stupid stuff, so the emergency room was chocked full of sarcastic kids and miserable parents.” She pauses and pours a cup of coffee before handing it toward me. “I saw you talking to Victor. What was that about?”

“Nothing.” I shrug and take the mug from her hand as she twists back toward the counter. “Just wondered who he was.”

“Why does it matter who he is?”

“He was talking to you, and you didn’t look like you were enjoying it, so I asked him to leave.”

“Well… it worked.” She shrugs and reaches for the sugar in the top cabinet. “He’s been bugging me for months. He usually hangs around the hospital until my lunch break and tries to talk to me as I walk out to my car. The hospital has banned him from the building barring a medical emergency.” She laughs under her breath as the coffee drips. “One conversation with you and he disappears. What did you say to him?”

“Oh,” I chuckle. “Well, I may have threatened to break his legs.”

Her eyes widen, and that blue I’m not supposed to notice is back. “Yeah, that’ll do it.”

“What happened between you guys, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She shakes her head as she glances toward the coffee maker that’s filling slowly. “Ugh, it’s a whole thing. He’s weird.”

“Weird how?”

Her brows narrow dramatically as she crosses her arms over her chest. “You really want to know my ex-boyfriend drama?”

“I want to know what kind of weirdo you have following you around. If he’s a threat to you, I need to know how to help.”

She shakes her head and hides a grin. “I appreciate it, but I don’t need your help with Victor. He’s harmless. Stupid, but harmless.”

I shrug. “Maybe, but what happened between you guys? I’ll decide for myself.”

She sits at the desk across from me and crosses one leg over the other as she leans forward, balancing the steaming cup of coffee in her hand. “He just wasn’t my type.”

“What does that mean?” I fumble through papers on my desk as she talks, trying not to act as interested as I am.

“He checked in and out all the time. Some days he was super loving and over the top. Others, he barely noticed me. We’d go a week without kissing. A month without connecting, longer sometimes depending how busy he was. When I’d try to talk about it, he’d get defensive.” She takes a sip of coffee. “The worst part is, I think he keeps trying to talk to me because he realizes he made a mistake and he thinks he can fix things, but he had plenty of time for that, and he didn’t, so… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” I glance toward her, my tone more judgmental than I mean for it to be. “Sounds like you know, and that’s why you broke up with him.”

“Yeah, but I’m not perfect either. I mean, I think I overwhelmed him with my feelings sometimes, and—”

“Overwhelmed him with your feelings?”

“Yeah.” She sits back and takes another sip of coffee, her nipples pebbling through her top as though she meant to tease me. “I talked about my feelings a lot. I’m sure that got annoying.”