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IN BED WITH THE BOSS 80
She thought that he spoke it like a word he was unfamiliar with. "Yes, us." He smiled, but Vivian thought that it was a cool smile, even though he touched the tip of her nose with his lips."I know that we’ve been having a relationship and that it’s a very agreeable relationship." Very agreeable? He made it sound like a piece of classical music playing on the radio!"I see." Vivian said. He wondered if she did, but in the sweet afterhaze of making love his mind had been busy. "Shall we get dressed and go and find ourselves a drink?" If it had been anyone else, she might have thought he was searching for Dutch courage, but Scott was not the kind of man who needed alcohol to spur him on to say something, no matter how unpalatable.She sensed that the end was coming, and that, if it was, she would face it calmly and with dignity. "I’d love a drink," she said lightly.He might not need courage, but she certainly did. They dressed in silence, bending to pick up discarded pieces of clot
IN BED WITH THE BOSS 81
Vivian could do nothing but nod. She couldn't tell Scott's mother about their troubles, so she simply gave her a hug and wished her well. "Please tell Sara that I'm very sorry I couldn't see her before leaving." she said, and with that she went out of the house. It was only when she got into her car and drove off that she let the tears flow. ________Vivian spent the evening wandering around her house like a lost soul, unable to settle to anything, and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest when her phone began to ring.She snatched it up when she saw the caller. "Hello?". "Vivian""Oh, Scott!" She breathed a low sigh of relief, appalled to realize that she had half expected never to hear from him again. But that would have implied a lack of courage on his part, and he was certainly not lacking in courage. "Are you okay?" she asked. Okay? Scott looked around him, at the luxurious house which was his home. It didn’t feel like home any more. It felt like some gloriously appointed bu
IN BED WITH THE BOSS 82
"You’re looking good. I mean, you’re looking well—fully recovered." said Vivian. "I feel it." He raised a dark eyebrow. "Aren’t you going to invite me inside?" "Of course!" She opened the door wide and as he walked into the hall she thought that the fact he had had to ask spoke volumes about the distance which had grown between them. As did the fact that he hadn’t touched her—and the coolly remote look on his dark face which showed no inclination to do so. She faced him awkwardly. "Where shall we go?" He wondered how she would react if he suggested the bedroom, but, while that wasn’t quite the last thing on his mind, that wasn’t the reason he had come here today. "Is it warm enough to sit outside?" "I think so. Shall I make us some coffee and bring it onto the balcony?" But he didn’t want a social ritual. He didn’t even particularly want coffee. He shook his head. "Not unless you really want some. I’m fine.""So am I."He hadn't forgotten just how beautiful it felt to be around
IN BED WITH THE BOSS 83
He nodded,"I was so determined to ruin Bruce using his sister Jennifer too, but then I met you, and without even trying, you touched something inside of me. You made me care. Stopped me from becoming a monster, and made me start to care about more important things than revenge. Hell, I even became friends with Jennifer. She had been trying to reach out to me after the accident, but my mother and sister just weren't ready to have her around at such a time. ""Oh Scott" "When I had that accident, I was on my way to you. I wanted to tell you that I missed you. I was still running away from the way I felt about you, and I wasn't ready to admit my feelings to myself, but I missed you… badly. And I was coming to you… to tell you…. And that's when I…. I…. What I'm trying to say, Vivian, is that you're an amazing woman, and I… I…"Enough was enough. She had heard his declaration, seen the evidence of it in his eyes. Now she wanted him close—as close as a man and woman could be. "I understand
IN BED WITH THE BOSS 1
It was the worst idea she had ever had in her life, Vivian Sanchez thought as she cleaned up the counter. It was unethical, unprofessional and she wouldn't be surprised if her plan didn't go as she wanted it to, but she was desperate and she had to try. At this point, she was willing to risk her current job just to have a minute to talk to Scott McCall. He was with a young lady… Vivian guessed he was on a date, but that wouldn't stop her either. This was a chance she was sure she wouldn't get again, and she wouldn't let anything or anyone stop her. Scott McCall was an incredibly handsome man, and she was sure that women threw themselves at him every chance they got, but that wasn't why she wanted to speak to him tonight. He wore formal attire… a black suit with a white shirt underneath, and he looked so intimidating, Vivian thought as her gaze fell in his direction where he sat at a table with the lady who clung to him like a life support. Whatever the outcome was tonight, at leas
IN BED WITH THE BOSS 2
Scott McCall turned to find a waitress standing by his side and staring up at him. For a brief moment, he just stared at her. She had a nice voice, he found himself thinking for some reason. She looked so unsure of herself and her voice was as faint as a breath on a still summer's day. She was chewing at her bottom lip as if she hadn't eaten a meal in quite a while. His eyes moved over her. She had long dark hair which was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. A fringe of black hair swept over her forehead and dark-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, but it didn't hide the strong lines of her face, the sharp cheekbones, the beautiful, innocent eyes or the lush curves of her mouth.His eyes wandered lower, and he found himself staring even harder. In her simple waitress uniform which consisted of a white shirt and black pants which hugged her body perfectly, she stood out. Even in those clothes, he could see that she was curvy. Her waist was slim and judging by her hips, he kn
IN BED WITH THE BOSS 3
Vivian got the glasses of water and approached Scott McCall for the second time that night. She tried to put herself in check, but it was difficult not to react to him on so many different levels. The man had an imposing presence. Obviously, the years had not just been kind to him, they had treated him with the deference usually only given to the chosen few. He was incredibly handsome and good looking, and judging by how confident he was,he knew it too. His body was lean and lithe, his skin kissed with the faintest tan. His wavy hair was black and thick and his dark eyes were narrowed and watchful. He looked—not exactly unfriendly, but he didn't look like someone who played a lot either. His eyes were the blackest she had ever seen, and his lips looked hardened as if he pissed just by being in the ballroom. Vivian tried not to focus on his hard, muscular body or finely shaped jaw. He had a certain cool distance and carried about him the unmistakable aura of a man with power radiatin
IN BED WITH THE BOSS 4
Scott didn't reply, because he had absolutely no idea who this lady was or what she was up to. All he knew was that she had served him at the party… and he knew that because he'd noticed her - more than he cared to admit. There had been a few seconds when she came to him where he had very weird thoughts about her but he'd dismissed them almost immediately. He narrowed his eyes and let his eyes sweep over her, still wondering what was going on. She didn’t look like the kind of woman capable of any kind of elaborate or evil plan. The expression on her face was pale and sad, and it made him study her more closely. Made him want to hear what she had to say. Her eyes were wide open, and she looked as if she was scared and fighting the urge to run out of the room. His eyes roamed again to her breasts as they heaved up and down with her rapid breathing and he hated the way his body reacted. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded stiffly, clenching his fists together. "And what the hell are y
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