Page 18 of Coming for Her Grumpy Boss

chapter

seven

Ford

We don’t talk much on the drive to the lake house. We’ve arrived earlier than my family, since they’re not coming in until tomorrow. I’ve given Mia a quick tour of the house and now she’s just standing there. Just staring at the bed in the room we’re going to share for the weekend.

“We’re just going to sleep in that bed together,” she says. “Me and you. My boss.”

I go stand behind her and put my hands on her waist. She stiffens beneath my touch.

“If you can’t pretend to like my hands on you, no one is going to believe we’re madly in love.”

“This is why I suggested we practice. So that we look like we’ve touched each other before,” she says.

“You’re still stiff. I haven’t done anything but put my hands on your waist. Loosen up, Mia.” I lean closer, put my mouth right next to her ear.

“I don’t know what we’re doing. What you’re doing. So I don’t know what to expect.”

“When you date other men do you always know every step in their playbook?”

“Well, no, of course not.”

“Right.” My voice is low, right next to her ear. She shivers, the delicate skin at her neck beading with goosebumps. “Because isn’t part of the excitement not knowing what your partner might do next?”

“Yes,” she says.

I move one hand to her stomach, putting her back flush against me. “You don’t know what I’m going to do next. Am I going to lean over and nip at the delicate shell of your ear?” I do as I describe, and she whimpers in response.

Her ass presses against me, and when her eyes fly open, I know she feels how hard I am. How desperately I want her.

“Ford?”

“Hmm?”

“Is that a spreadsheet in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”

“I always keep spreadsheets in my pants. Surely you’ve realized that by now.” I let myself lean into her fully, inhale the sweet scent of her neck. “You always smell so goddamn good.”

“Is this you proving a point?” she asks.

“A point about what?”

“Your acting ability?”

“I’m a terrible actor.”

“Okay, so you’re just pretending,” she says.

“No, Mia, this is me when I’m not pretending. When I’m finally letting go and saying and doing the things I’ve wanted to since the first moment I saw you.” I spin her in my arms to face me.

“What?” Her brow furrows in confusion.

“You heard me.”

“You want me?”

“So fucking much.”