All Chapters of My Bastard Boss Wants Me In His Bed: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~~ETHEL~~I'd been on Keanu's private jet two times before, but it still took my breath away.The interior was all cream leather and polished wood, and it was spacious enough to not feel like we were in a plane at all. There was a sitting area, a bedroom in the back, and even an office setup.Keanu settled into one of the large seats, pulling out his laptop, while I took the seat across from him, trying not to gawk at the luxury surrounding us.Within minutes of takeoff, a flight attendant appeared with a cup of hot chocolate for me, a cup of coffee for Keanu, and a plate of warm pastries."Can I get you anything else?" she asked with a professional smile."No, thank you, Andrea," Keanu said. "We'll call if we need anything."She nodded and disappeared toward the front of the plane. I reached for my cup, but Keanu covered my hand with his."Come here."I looked up. "What?"He patted his lap. "Come sit on my lap."My eyes widened. "Keanu, I can eat perfectly fine from here.""I wasn't

~~ETHEL~~To my unsurprise, the hotel suite was the most luxurious I'd ever been in. It was big enough to rival Keanu's penthouse, apart from the fact that it only had one floor.Its floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the Las Vegas Strip. And it was gorgeous, the lights just beginning to come alive as the sun set.The living area was spacious, with plush furniture that looked so soft you could bury yourself in them, a full bar with a variety of drinks, and artwork that probably cost more than I made in a year, which was to say a lot.“Do you like it?”“Do I like it?” I turned to him, raising a brow. “It's beautiful. But everything is so luxurious. How much does a single night even cost?”He opened his mouth to speak, but I immediately put my hand up. “No, don't even tell me.”Keanu shook his head, amusement playing at his lips. Just then, a yawn slipped out of me."Go rest," Keanu said as his hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing across my cheekbone. "Like I said,

~~KEANU~~Ethel stood beside me in the elevator, her breathing still uneven, her skin flushed. I could see her pulse racing in the hollow of her throat.My hand was clenched at my side because if I touched her now, I'd take her right here in this elevator, and that wouldn't be a good idea because I didn't have control over the cameras hidden in here.When the doors finally opened, I grabbed her wrist, pulling her down the hallway to our suite. My hands actually fucking wavered slightly as I swiped the key card.The door clicked open, and I pulled her inside. The moment it closed behind us, I spun her around and pushed her back against it, my mouth crashing onto hers. She gasped, and I swallowed the sound, my tongue sweeping into her mouth to claim every crevice of it."Do you have any idea," I growled against her lips, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, "how fucking sexy you were up there? You had every man wondering what it was like to fuck you.""I was only dancing for

~~ETHEL~~ The next morning, my whole body sang as I stretched, particularly the joint between my thighs. I was pressed against Keanu's nude body, his warmth enveloping me, his hard dick pressed insistently against my ass. Slowly raising my head and turning onto my side, I gazed at him. He was still asleep, looking like an angel. Or rather, a rugged, gorgeous devil who'd made me do things I would've never dreamed of doing before. Heat flamed through me remembering our time at that burlesque club. When Keanu asked me to get on the stage, I'd thought my heart would explode from how hard it had pounded. Going up on the stage, I was expecting to make a fool of myself in front of all those men and women and be booed off it. But once I tuned everyone out and focused solely on Keanu, the heat and expectation in his eyes, my movements had flowed smoothly like water. Seeing him begin to lose control and palm himself had only propelled me on, wanting to tease him even more. An act th

KEANUTwo hours later, we were aboard my private jet, leveled out at cruising altitude.Ethel sat across from me in the main cabin, her tablet in hand, thumbs moving rapidly. She'd pulled her hair back into a tight bun, every strand perfectly in place. She hadn't intentionally looked at me once since we boarded.I stared at the technical proposal open on my laptop. Page thirty-seven detailed the project management structure. There, in black, was her name: Maura Callahan, Lead Project Manager.If I'd bothered to read this section before flying to Vegas, I would've known. I would've had time to prepare, and I wouldn't have stared at her dazed from shock the moment she walked into the conference room.I closed the laptop harder than necessary. Ethel's fingers paused on her tablet for a fraction of a second before resuming their rhythm. Still not looking at me.I deserved that.My jaw tightened as Maura's face floated back into my mind. It had been nine years, and yet she'd barely changed