All Chapters of Bad Boss: An Office Romance: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Leaning against a pillar, I watched him set up his shot, following the sight of his ball after he hit it. I knew my mother had consulted with Gary many times regarding business ideas and propositions, it’s what successful people do. Was Portia jealous of my mother? The thought seemed silly to me. “Good thing I don’t have a girlfriend,” I lied, although I wished like hell I could tell him I couldn’t fucking stand Mindy.He glanced at me, a small grin crossing his lips. I ignored it by changing the subject. “Did you tell Portia you agreed to dress like Santa Claus for the children’s hospital fundraiser? That will get her back here and in your good graces.”Gary smirked and shook his head. “She just might. I’ll have to call her and tell her that. Did you know they’ve rented two suits?”I scowled and crossed my arms. “I haven’t decided if I’m going to volunteer.”

He was grinning against my lips at first, searching with his hand for the doorknob. I helped him close it, then held him against it to keep any intruders from entering.“What’s gotten into you?” he asked between kisses, both his hands skimming up my thighs and under my elf skirt.“You’re so attractive right now,” I groaned, hastily unfastened his sash and opening his coat. I frowned when my fingers found his t-shirt instead of skin.He began working on the buttons of my shirt while I clawed at his, yanking down the red, fluffy, jacket and tugging on his shirt. He helped, tossing it over his head until his chest was bare to me. The small matting of chest hair against his rock-hard pecs was sexy under my palms, and I couldn’t help but explore down his abdomen with my fingertips. I was still amazed at how good of shape he was in for sitting in his office a good portion of the day. His rigorous morning routine kept his body so sex

MACKWhat was with this woman? Never, in my life, was I the one so invested in beginning a relationship. Women had thrown themselves at me, demanding I settle down and make a commitment, but not the one I so desperately wanted to call mine…well, she is mine, but the need to shout from the rooftops that she’s mine was consuming me.Kelsey Neely was as hard of an egg as I was, and just when I thought I’d cracked her shell, she’d put up a wall again. I tried to brush it off as if it didn’t bother me, but deep down, I wanted to claim her publicly. I needed her by my side, otherwise I was going to go insane.But something inside of me broke tonight when I heard her speaking so negatively about me to Mindy. I knew it was for show, but why would she be so defensive when it came to having a relationship? Behind closed doors, we were as devoted to each other as a married couple.I’d nearly slipped out the L word on her whe

KelseyThe nerve of him for thinking he could persuade me with his penis. So what if it was big and fit inside of me better than a vibrator. He was throwing a fit about my wishes to keep our life private from our co-workers. It was more than irritating, and I had too much pride to give in to his tantrums.When I walked into my tiny apartment, it felt big and lonely. Flipping all the lights on normally made me feel cozy, but now I just felt split open. What was going on with my insides lately? I knew Mack was bringing on those foreign feelings, and we were going to explore them, but why did it feel like we were racing at a Nascar pace? Relationships were supposed to take years to perfect, not months. My heart pounded rapidly when I thought about my future, even more so when I pictured Mack in it.Needing a shower, I tugged off my outfit and hopped in, standing in the steam to help clear my thoughts. It didn’t help when I went to wash myself, feeling the stickin

KelseyMack hadn’t texted me since walking out on me at Shamrocks almost two weeks ago. He was cryptic with his words, and I didn’t know how to take his interaction. After he left, I couldn’t help but wonder if he thought I was the one who should be apologizing. I found myself constantly checking my phone throughout the week, curious why he hadn’t sent me anything crude as an icebreaker like he always did.  I’d be damned if I texted him first. He was in the wrong, not me. Yet, I was losing sleep over the agony of not knowing what was going through his mind.“What’s up with you?” Mindy asked, bringing me my favorite coffee. It was Friday morning, and I was itching for one-thirty to strike the clock. That would be when I’d get to see Mack, and maybe he’d apologize for being such a douche.“I’m just tired.”She nodded her head. “Tell me about it. Christma