Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I can’t believe that really happened.
Fortunately, I’m not hungover, which means I can’t use alcohol as an excuse for acting like a horny moron. I don’t know where our working relationship is going to be after this, but it’s probably in tatters.
He’s going to fire me.
Or worse, he won’t fire me, and I’ll have to quit in shame.
I squeeze my eyes shut. How did this happen? Why am I so stupid?
Declan’s the first man to show real interest in me for years and I just throw myself at his feet and call him sir.
Which was admittedly hot, but still.
Pathetic and needy.
There’s no way he’ll respect me after this. Forget about saving for my dream house. I’ll have to get a normal job that pays a regular, average salary, and that means at least another five years of living at home with Sheila before I can afford to think about buying my own.
I berate myself for a few more minutes, but eventually I have to pee. Slowly, quietly, I slip off the side of the bed. I risk a glance over my shoulder as I sneak over to the bathroom, still completely naked. Which is mortifying.
But the bed is empty.
Declan isn’t there. I stare at the pillow beside mine and it’s all messed up like someone slept on it the night before.
But the man himself is missing.
I hurry into the bathroom and take care of myself. When I’m done, I stand beside the bed and finally look at the clock.
It’s after nine in the morning.
Which means I’m late for work.
No wonder Declan isn’t here. He gets into the office at exactly eight every single day, and he expects me at my desk by eight-thirty sharp.
If he wasn’t going to fire me before, he sure as hell will now.
“You’re such an idiot,” I mutter to myself as I look around frantically. I find my clothes neatly folded at the foot of the bed and start yanking them on.
I almost miss the note written on yellow legal paper on top of my shoes. When I finally pick it up, my heart skips a beat.
It’s a list written in Declan’s perfect handwriting.
Casey, please finish the following tasks and be in the office by ten at the latest. If you oversleep, there will be consequences. D.
I shake my head as if the words somehow don’t make sense.
He’s letting me come in an hour and a half late? And threatening consequences?
In context, these consequences could be a very wide range of things, from a stern and professional lecture to a vicious fucking on his desk.
Am I seriously thinking about having sex with him again already?
There’s something deeply wrong with me.
“Alright, Boss Bastard, what stupid jobs do you have for me today?” I mutter to myself.
1. Bring my gym bag. It’s in the kitchen on the island.
2. Collect my dry cleaning.
3. Inform the driver that he will not be needed for lunch and will detail the car instead.
4. Print the Turner agreement and collate it properly.
5. Put on the ring.
I stare at the list and have to read it twice. All that seems normal until the very last entry.
Put on the ring? What does that mean?
I rack my brain trying to understand. Is that a job code I can’t remember? Or some kind of slang?
It makes no sense and I’m obsessing about it as I head downstairs, moving quietly like a mouse even though I know the apartment is empty.
Why would he care if I wear a ring? There’s no dress code around jewelry at the office. Is this some kind of sex game or something? Or just a new requirement? Maybe Mr. Whelan is going to be twice as strict now to compensate for what happened last night.
I’m confused and struggling to make sense of that last entry when I find the gym bag.
And the little black box beside it.
My heart thuds wildly in my chest.
That can’t be what it looks like.
Carefully, with shaking hands, I pick up the box.
The little black ring box.
This can’t be real. Why would Mr. Whelan give me something like this? Is he trying to bribe me for last night? Is he afraid I might report him to HR?
I can only imagine how that might go.
Yes, ah, I sucked my boss’s dick right after he gave me the best orgasm of my life. It was wonderful, yes, I’m still sore today from his massive tool, 10/10, no complaints.
Seems insane.
I flip the box open and scream.
It goes clattering to the floor as I step away, covering my mouth with both hands.
“That wasn’t real!” I say, my head feeling light and dizzy. “Oh my god. That wasn’t real. But actually, I think it might’ve been real!”
I get on my hands and knees and turn the box over again.
The most beautiful diamond engagement ring I’ve ever seen stares at me like a venomous snake.