Page 8 of Hot for the Boss

Dear god, did I just think that?

“You what?” She looks somewhere between concerned and confused.

If I pushed her against the wall, laid my lips over her soft, pillowy ones, and kissed her hard until her frown melted away, what would she do?

The question makes me sweat.

“Nia, I⁠—”

Before I can figure out what I’m going to say, the doorbell rings. I let out a long breath. Damn it. Since it’s nearly ten o’clock, that can only be Sebastian. I don’t know whether I’m cursing the fact he’s interrupting whatever might be developing between Nia and me or thanking god he’s come to save me from making a catastrophic mistake.

“Open up, loner.” Sebastian knocks on the solid wood between us. “I have a problem to discuss and a bottle with your name on it.”

Nia grabs her purse from the nearby chair. “Sounds like he does this a lot.”

“All the time.” I know he’s trying to make sure I don’t spend too much time alone. Usually, he’s a welcome distraction. Tonight, I wish he’d stayed home and watched the damn football game.

“Well, I’ll go and leave you to your guy time. If you think of anything else you need help with, let me know. I’m not busy tomorrow night.”

She doesn’t have a date on a Friday night? I’m both shocked and thrilled—and have no right to feel either. “I think I’ve got it now that you’ve helped me back on my feet.”

I have to say that because if I invite her over again, I’m worried I’ll tell her that I need help with my cock and she can best assist me by stripping and spreading her legs.

Yeah, that’s way past unprofessional, veering into lawsuit territory.

“Okay, then. See you in the morning.”

“Jesus,” Sebastian shouts. “Are you taking so long to come to the door because you’re shitting or masturbating?”

A laugh slips from Nia’s lips before she covers it with her hand. “I thought he was only impatient in the office.”

I shake my head and focus on replying now that Bas has totally killed the moment. “He’s far worse away from it.”

She winces. “Have fun with that. I’ll spend the rest of the evening doing something more fun than appeasing Bas. Tearing out my toenails comes to mind.”

“He’s not that bad.”

Nia raises a skeptical brow. “Uh-huh.”

“Oh, my god. Stop whacking your weenie and open the damn door.” Sebastian pounds on the wood.

“Shut up,” I call back, a smile lurking at the corners of my lips. “I’ll open it when I’m ready to.”

“Why don’t I save you the trouble?” She grasps the knob and turns, then yanks the door open. “Hi, Bas. Glad to see you’re behaving like your usual charming self.”

“Nia…” One of my best friends for the last decade says her name like she’s a welcome surprise. “I didn’t know you were here, especially so late.”

“I’m helping him.”

“Yeah? I can think of a few ways you could do that,” Bas drawls suggestively.

Despite the fact he’s not thinking anything different than I did a minute ago, he said it out loud. I find his suggestion disrespectful, out of line. Most likely, so does Nia. I won’t tolerate it.

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” I snap and shove him against the wall, teeth bared. “And shut. Up.”

Bas blinks and raises his hands in surrender. “Hey, I was teasing. I didn’t mean anything…”

My scathing glare thankfully motivates him to close his mouth.