All Chapters of In Bed With My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

EmmaWhen Ethan came out and told me the boss wanted to see me, I certainly didn’t expect that. I thought maybe he’d seen something he didn’t like while I was out here. Or maybe he wanted to welcome me or … something.I definitely didn’t expect to wind up bent over his desk while he drove me absolutely wild.I shake my head abruptly and try to focus on what I’m supposed to be doing. Serving the drinks. Serving the snacks. Talking to the customers. Making sure everyone has everything they need. Not thinking about him.It’s a one-night-stand, Emma. Get a grip. It’s over. So what if it was an amazing experience? It’s done now. Not going to happen again. And that’s a good thing.But I’m not so sure it’s a good thing. Because I desperately want more. That experience is going to be ingrained in my memory for a long time. But eventually, I’ll find another guy. A boyfriend, preferably, rather than a one-night-stand.Because this kind of behavior is definitely not like me. But something about

“That’s great news, Sweetie,” Mom tells her, hugging Wendy like it’s her accomplishment instead of Mark’s. I roll my eyes but turn to him with my hand outstretched.“Great job,” I tell him and he grins even more broadly.“I’m pretty pleased about it.”The rest of the evening seems to pass in a blur. Everyone is talking about Mark’s new job. And then we’re talking about Margie’s dance class. And Wendy’s new country club membership. And through it all I catch the sidelong glances from Wendy. And Mom. And a few from Mark as well, though he mostly tries to avoid getting too judgy of my lifestyle.“Chris, Honey …” I know what that means. It means that there’s certainly something of an intervention coming and I quickly stand up. That’s my cue to get out of here. “We just want to see you find someone special. Someone who will get you to stop all of … this.”She doesn’t like my life, doesn’t like that I own a club and that I’m there all the time, doesn’t like that I throw parties at my house

“Excellent.” I had assumed she would say yes. Had assumed she would eventually come back. But if I’m being honest I didn’t think that it would take as long as it did. I didn’t think that she would wait until the next day. Still, it’s been less than 24 hours and I’m asking her to make a major change in her lifestyle. It’s only fair to give her a bit of time to come to terms with it. “We can leave right now to get you settled in.”“No.”“No?” I stare at her incredulously but she looks more sure of herself now.“I’m here for my shift. I can’t leave until it’s over.”“I’m the boss, Emma, and I say that you can leave.”“That would leave the other girls shorthanded. It’s not fair to them. No, I will finish my shift.” She seems firm on that. “And I’m planning on staying here for a while. I’m not quitting.”My eyes narrow as I stare at her, trying to figure out just what’s going on here. I just offered her a place to live and an allowance. And she wants to remain at the club as a cocktail wai

“You are crazy for going through with this, you know that, right?”“If you could see this guy you wouldn’t think that. And if you’d experienced even half the sex that I have with him you’d be signing on in an instant.”“All right. Let’s say he’s as good in bed as you say … you’re still willing to have a baby with a guy you don’t really know?”“It’s a win-win for everyone. Amazing sex for me. He gets a baby. Leann and Mom get everything that they need … what could be better?”“Well, I mean, if that’s what you’re really into …” She looks concerned again.“I’ve thought about it. And I think it’s going to be good. For all of us.”“Most women put in a lot of effort to not get pregnant by the bad boy. And here you are putting in the effort to get pregnant. And he’s in on it.” She shakes her head with a laugh. “I think you’re nuts. But hey, if you’ve thought it over …”“I have.”“What are you going to tell your mom?”“Nothing. Or as little as I possibly can for as long as I can. She doesn’t

“You’ll have to fire me if you want me to leave,” she retorts and there’s a flash of fire in her eyes. She’s independent. I like that, much as it frustrates me as well.“At night you’ll be mine. The end goal is to get you pregnant, after all.” And despite myself the thought of it seems to do something to my body. Or maybe that’s just the thought of getting to fuck her again.“And just what do you think you’re going to do to keep me interested every night for the foreseeable future?” she shoots back.“I think I’ve proven myself more than capable of keeping you … interested.”“Hmm, perhaps.” She’s playing with me and I can tell. But that doesn’t stop me from feeling her challenge through every fiber of my being.I stride over to her chair, leaning down so that I’m level with her, my hand reaching out to latch into her hair and tug it backward slightly so she’s forced to look up at me. And I can see the heat in her eyes, can feel her breath coming a little more shallow across my face. Th