Chills ran down my spine, and my back straightened. No, please. The devil in human form undid the button on his jacket and slid in beside me. His arm went around my shoulders, and he drew me in for a kiss on my cheek.“Babe, you didn’t tell me you were here.”Lyn braced her forearms on the table. “Is this Waylen?” she asked. Without waiting for my reply, she turned to him. “Are you Waylen?”“Yeah.”“You are my sister’s boss,” she added.Yeah, ground, please open up and swallow me.Waylen laughed. “Yeah. How do you know?”“Beth told me.”“She did?” Lynn nodded. Mom was still stunned. Yes, he was handsome but evil. Get over it. They were both enthralled by him, and I didn’t like how that made me feel. Waylen’s conceited grin wasn’t helping. “I’m surpris
On Wednesday morning, I missed calls from Joe. By the end of the day, I had more calls and texts from Waylen. Joe’s calls went unanswered, and his texts ignored. Joe was still my friend, but I knew better than to pick up. It could get him into trouble with Waylen. Plus, he might have been calling because of Waylen. I wouldn’t let him use my friend to get to me. He was sorely mistaken if he thought a fuck could earn my forgiveness. That was all it was. A fuck.But the fear of moving around still stayed with me. Waylen has a meeting today that should last the whole day. That was the only reason I dared to drop by the house. I also convinced the girls to book the spa appointment for today. Another reason I was home. The first time this week since I left on Monday.Becca buzzed me to be sure I wasn’t canceling again like I did last time. A faint smile lifted my lips, but the guilt wiped it off. I replied with a promise to be there in a few min
I didn’t stop moving until I was locked in the bathroom. I couldn’t make the same mistake twice. The door jiggled moments later. I placed a hand on my chest, afraid my heart would jump out. My back dug into the sink, and my free hand gripped the porcelain.“I know you are in there, Beth.” Mouth sealed, I said nothing. “Please, Beth. Come on.”There was no way to tell how much time had passed since the jiggling stopped or Waylen left. My phone was in my purse, so the girls wouldn’t have been able to contact me. I had to go before they got worried. I exited the bathroom. The hall was empty. There was a corner leading to the interior, and I had a feeling he was waiting for me there. I looked behind once, scared to leave my sanctuary.On getting close, voices caught my ears—two distinct voices. One of them was familiar.“She’s my assistant.”That was Waylen.“You fuck
WAYLENIt was only a matter of minutes until I wore the carpet thin with my pacing. I was losing control.“When last did you see her?” Rey asked.Today was Sunday, twelve days since she promised to return to work. She lied to me. The full moon would be out tonight, and Goddess help me because chains might not be enough to keep Len. He needed Beth.“Last week Tuesday.”That chance encounter at the restaurant didn’t count. Besides, we never spoke. I was holding onto her promise. She told me she would be at work the next day but didn’t show up. All my texts have gone unanswered. The camera I left in her house showed she had visited only once and fled after receiving my package.If she was with that Hank guy, I would—“Maybe you should try a different tactic.”“No.” I shook my head. I stopped pacing and dropped to a chair behind
WAYLENI was still here when Beth got out of the bathroom. We both knew I wouldn’t be gone. She stood in front of her closet with only a white towel wrapped around her chest. Her hair was up in a knot, and the only coherent thought in my head was: let it down. I watched the water roll down the nape of her neck and disappear into the towel. She was too far.“Beth.”“What do you want this time?” she asked. She wasn’t facing me, but her anger was unmistakable.I couldn’t stand from the bed, so I sat at the edge. Beth turned. Her annoyance seemed to have grown within the few minutes she was in the bathroom.“What if I said I came for a kiss?”She pointed at the tent in my shorts. “With that erection?”“Fine. Sex. I want to fuck.”She crossed her arms on her chest. “Then what?”“I’ll give you anyth
Waylen was gone before I woke up. Though his absence saved both of us from the awkwardness that might have ensued, staring at the spot he laid twisted something strange in my chest.It was past 6, and the bed was still warm. That meant it hadn’t been long since he left. He could have informed me before leaving, but Mr. Jack Parker had a higher chance at resurrection than Waylen had at doing the right thing. I rolled off the bed, the stickiness between my legs slowing my steps. I felt strangely full.Last night was bizarre in a good way. We didn’t necessarily have sex, but his dick filled me up so well that I couldn’t separate even when I wanted to. I was stuck.But I liked it.I placed a hand over my abdomen and grinned stupidly. I had felt Waylen up here. Yeah, last night was odd. But what was even more weird was that I wanted a repeat. And our one-day-per-week arrangement was something I was looking forward to.
I didn’t stop to catch my breath until I was in front of the elevator. Footsteps pounded behind me, and I hit the button on the wall harder than before. Hank couldn’t have followed me, could he? Security would have stopped him. But they let him into the company garage.The elevator door slid open. I stepped in, and someone followed. All the air rushed out when I raised my head. The door shut, caging me in with the boss. My breath hitched. I staggered, and my back hit the wall.Waylen didn’t speak. We stared at each other for long seconds until he turned to face the door without a word. Seriously? Did he see us? Even if he did, so what? I could talk to anybody I wanted. Man or woman.“What did he want?” he whispered.Waylen’s voice was so low, but the silence carried it to my ears. I didn’t speak. Waylen shoved his hands into his pocket. His shoulders tensed, and angry waves rolled off him.&
I picked up my chopstick. It might have been Waylen’s presence, but I was super nervous, so the sticks slipped through my hand. Waylen retrieved them without a word. He positioned them in my hand and returned to minding his business. I dug into the fish, unable to take more than a bite.“You should eat. Our client may be late,” he muttered. He was already halfway into his food, acting like this was regular for us.Midway into my meal, he extracted an envelope from his breast pocket and slid it closer to my tray. I finished the rice before picking it up. What if this was my last meal as his assistant before he fired me? I ripped the envelope open, and dozens of hundred-dollar bills fell to the table. Using the tip of the chopsticks, I counted about twenty and stopped.“What’s this?” I asked.“Compensation.”I swallowed. The fish rushed up my throat, and I placed a hand over my mouth. Someon