The Boss (The Boss #1) Read Online Abigail Barnette

Categories Genre: BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
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Tomorrow? Oh, that was right. “Do you still want me to come over? I mean, since we kind of already spent the night?”

“I wanted to spend the weekend with you,” he reminded me with a grin. “You’re not tired of me already?”

Tired of him? I was actually a little bit freaked out by how much I liked being with him. I’d never let a guy spend the entire night with me before. I don’t know how it had changed things, but something definitely felt different. Even though I couldn’t put my finger on it, it worried me. This was a casual relationship. If I started wanting to spend all my time with him, if I wanted to start sleeping in the same bed with him and being constantly around him, that could be trouble.

But not enough trouble that I would miss out on doing it again.

“Not even a little. What time do you want me?” I’d meant, of course, “What time do you want me to come over,” but he gave a bit of a dismayed laugh.

“When don’t I want you?” He found his boxers beside the bed and slipped them on. “I’ll send a car for you at six? Is that all right?”

Ooh, he was going to send a car. I guess there were certain perks to fucking a rich guy. “Yup, that’ll work. But, uh... you might want to put on some pants and get that whole erection situation under control. I do have a roommate.”

I dashed to the bathroom and hurriedly brushed my teeth while he got dressed in my room. I checked my reflection in the mirror, examining my neck. No hickeys. I appreciated that. My makeup, however, hadn’t made it through the night, and I was a little mortified that he’d seen me looking so smeared and haggard this morning.

I stumbled out to the living room, giving a sheepish smile to Neil as we passed each other. Holli was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed kindergarten lotus position style. She wore a huge sleep shirt with a chicken on it, and bacon-and-eggs print pajama pants. They weren’t a set, she just liked to wear them together to be macabre.

“You’re up early.” I thought she’d be passed out until noon at least.

“Haven’t been to sleep yet. I came home and got sucked into this airbrush makeup system infomercial that was oddly soothing, and then they started showing early morning reruns of ER.” She raised an eyebrow at me. “Besides, who could sleep with all the loud sex going on?”

My face got hot. “Oh my god, what happened to the not listening policy?”

“It’s not like I had a choice.”

Neil emerged from the bathroom, wearing the white button down he’d worn beneath his sweater last night. He carried that and his coat over his arm, his iPhone in his hand. “I called my driver while you were in the bathroom. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.” He looked kind of sheepish about that, like he thought he was unwelcome.

I waved my hand. “Stay a minute. Do you want breakfast? I don’t think we have actual food here, but I could probably scrounge up a reasonable facsimile.”

“No food?” he looked at me in alarm.

“I ate it all,” Holli admitted proudly. “And she’s been working too much to shop. I hear her boss is a real asshole and won’t give her a reasonable schedule.”

“I fear her schedule is out of the asshole’s hands now.” Neil paused as he regarded Holli. “I recognize you... You’ve been in Porteras.” He snapped his fingers. “Yes, we were just looking at that rescheduled jacket shoot. You were one of the models.”

I had woken up in some surreal parody of my own life. Neil had spent the night in my bed like a freaking boyfriend, my apartment was still a catastrophe, and now I was introducing him to my roommate? Was this college again? “Oh, um, Neil, this is Holli, my roommate. Holli, this is Neil, my...” I couldn’t think of a word to accurately describe the situation, and besides, she knew already. “Neil.”

“I’m touched,” he quipped. His phone chirped. “That will be Tony.”

“I’ll clear out,” Holli said, jumping up and pausing the DVR. We try to be considerate of each other where dates are concerned.

I kept myself firmly on task as Neil came over and put one arm around my waist. I dumped coffee into the filter and leaned my cheek toward him for a goodbye kiss. Super casual. Nothing weird about spending an entire night with a guy. Not weird at all.

His lips brushed over my ear and he said, low, “I did get you a small gift in London. I can’t wait to use it on you.”

If I’d had any doubt in my mind as to what he meant by that, he removed it entirely by smacking my bottom as he turned away.


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