Semua Bab Blackmailing the Boss: Bab 51 - Bab 60

"May I get you anything, a drink or snack, before we take off?" the woman in blue asks. Her name tag says Cindy."Kimbra?" I pose, very aware that she chose to sit in the seat across from me instead of next to me."No," she says. "Thank you, Cindy.""Sir?" Cindy asks.Though I have a new desire for alcohol, it is only eleven o'clock in the morning. "I think we're fine. We'll let you know if anything changes.""I'll be just a phone call away," she says, nodding toward the handset in the armrest.I can't help but stare toward Kimbra. She's still the most beautiful woman I know, yet the light in her eyes has dimmed, and for the life of me, I can't figure out what happened.This morning when I woke, I lay for longer than I should just watching her sleep. The sheet had fallen, exposing the round swell of her breasts. With each breath, they moved as a soft swish of air exited her parted lips. I wanted to wake her and spend our last morning as we had the morning before.My cock ached at the

"Anyway,? I say, "Tessa and I knew that what we had was a forever thing. My senior year I was offered a scholarship for football to a big school, one out of my parents' financial ability." I shrug. "That's why I'm slightly competitive, as Jimmy found out."Kimbra smiles, shining light through her blue eyes for the first time today."But Tessa and I wanted to get married. Our parents, all of them, thought we were too young. Hell, we were. We decided we'd elope if they wouldn't agree. Which is a joke. We had no money, not really. But we had grand plans. So, finally, our parents conceded. Wedding first and then college. Our plans to marry necessitated that I give up my football scholarship, and I was okay with that. I walked away from it. But as two young married people, we learned we'd qualify for assistance, making college still possible. I think that was the reason our parents agreed."I squeeze Kimbra's hand, but look away. I can't stare at her blue eyes and tell this story. I haven'

I hum against Duncan's mouth as he kisses me outside my apartment door. With my suitcase on the floor, his large hands hold me close, one splayed behind my waist as the other one tugs my loose braid, moving my head to his desire.Ever since he said he wants to try for more, I can't seem to wrap my head around the thought. My mind is filled with questions. What does that mean? Are we really dating? What did he mean by a metaphoric dog? What the hell is a metaphoric dog?"W-what..." My question is lost to a whimper as he nips my lower lip.His hard body presses against mine, and we fall against the door, rattling it on its hinges."Are you going to invite me in?" His green eyes lock on mine, while each of his words rumble deep into my core. They're velvet—soft yet covered with just the right amount of coarseness. I feel them more than hear them.I shake my head. "No.""No?""We spent the last four days at my house, my parents' house. Maybe we need a little break." I don't know why I'm s

I'd texted that to her after we landed. I had to tell someone, and she seemed safer than my mom. My head bobs. “And in my childhood bedroom, and technically, it wasn’t sex, but also behind the barn…”“Stop. I’m already jealous.”“Oh, no, you’re not. I’m sure that in no time at all, you’ll snag some good-looking Englishman with a to-die-for accent.”“Technically, when I'm over there, they say I have the accent.” Her voice softens. “I’m only mildly jealous that you finally had mind-blowing sex. But what I really love is that you’re positively glowing.”“I just don’t know how to handle tomorrow at work. I mean, if I see him, I’ll probably trip. Oh, I know. I’ll drop something and end up on my knees in front of Duncan."Shana's laugh vibrates through our apartment. "Tell me. Did that happen?""At Gaston's...with you," I remind her."No." Her forehead furrows as her smile grows. "Did you end up on your knees with him in Indiana?"My cheeks catch fire. "I’ve already said too much. I don't k

"Kimbra," my manager says, stepping up behind me, "there's a meeting in my office in five. I need you there."I take a deep breath, scanning my desk as my computer comes to life. Immediately my gaze goes to my accumulated emails. Usually when I take time off, I check in to the office. Maybe it was because I was with the boss or maybe because he occupied my every thought—it doesn't matter. The fact remains that while we were gone, the HR business of Buchanan and Willis was not on my mind. As a consequence, I now have nearly three hundred emails staring me in the face, at least half with the urgent symbol beside them."Okay," I reply. "I'll be there."The coffee from the downstairs shop is still warm as I grab my laptop and the covered cup and make my way to Eric's office.I've always liked and respected Eric Jettson. He's a balding, middle-aged man with a dry sense of humor. He's straight to the point and perfect for his job as the manager in charge of our department. As I think back,