You’re the Boss Read Online Emma Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
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I really didn’t want to delve too deeply into these changing feelings. Honestly, it seemed like a recipe for disaster, and while I knew that there was no real meaning to the phase out of sight, out of mind, I could almost gaslight myself into thinking these feelings for him didn’t exist if I didn’t focus on them.

I mean, that plan had worked splendidly until yesterday.

I’d straight up lied to myself just yesterday morning that I felt nothing for the man.

Which was why I was hiding in the staff room right now.

I didn’t trust myself to be locked in an office with Theo and not make a catastrophic mistake. Also, I was determined not to cross the line of doing anything during working hours like this, and given how touchy-feely he’d been all morning, I couldn’t guarantee he’d toe the same line.

I really needed to talk this out, but if I texted Heidi right now, I was going to get a big fat dose of ‘I told you so.’

Harriet wouldn’t be much better, and I certainly wasn’t about to tell Harvey I’d fucked his best friend.

I really would never hear the end of that.

Hmm. Maybe I did need to go back to London for Aunt Fizz’s birthday party next weekend. A little bit of separation between me and Theo wouldn’t hurt right now, even if it was only for a weekend so I could sort out my thoughts.

But until then…

Ugh, I was going to have to suck it up.

ME: I fucked up.

Translation: I slept with my boss so ridicule me later.

HEIDI: Oh my God. You actually fucked your boss.

This was exactly why she was my best friend.

ME: You were the one who insisted he had a crush on me.

HEIDI: I was only half-kidding. I expected you to have more self-control than that.

Yeah. She could join the club.

ME: So did I. But you haven’t seen his penis.

HEIDI: …Is it as nice as his face? In fact, you know what, you don’t even need a nice face to have a nice cock. That’s what doggy style was invented for.

ME: It would be a shame to miss out on that face while being fucked by him.

HEIDI: OH MY GOD, CHLOE ST. JAMES!!!!!

HEIDI: WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BEST FRIEND???

HEIDI: ALSO HOW DID THIS HAPPEN????

ME: It was an accident.

HEIDI: Unless God himself intervened so that you just happened to literally fall and be impaled by his erect penis, I doubt that very much.

I took a deep breath and typed out the whole story from beginning to end.

Well, not the whole story. She didn’t need to know every little detail about the sex, despite what she would inevitably insist upon.

HEIDI: Wow. You’re a real pervert, aren’t you?

Why was everyone calling me a pervert?

All right, so I’d absolutely peeped on him in the shower, but I hadn’t meant to.

HEIDI: And why didn’t you tell me about this when it happened?

ME: I was busy. And I was too busy thinking about my boss having a wank rather than telling you all about it.

HEIDI: I knew something would happen when you told me you had to live together. Didn’t think it’d happen this quickly.

ME: Can you save your bragging until we’re done? I need help.

HEIDI: Okay, so you fucked your boss. I assume you’re going to keep fucking him.

ME: I might have already done it again.

HEIDI: DAMN, GIRL.

HEIDI: What a slut.

ME: Hey!!!

ME: A little bit, yeah.

HEIDI: Shit. You’re down bad.

ME: I’M NOT DOWN ANYWHERE.

HEIDI: I bet your boss would like you to be down on your knees.

HEIDI: And down on him.

ME: HEIDI YOU AREN’T HELPING!

HEIDI: Did you really text me expecting me to help?

Yes, actually.

That was exactly what I was hoping for.

ME: That was clearly my mistake.

HEIDI: Indeed. You should have known better.

HEIDI: You’re obviously having a crisis. What’s on your mind, Slutty McSlutterslut?

Weren’t best friends great? They were always right there to tell you exactly what you needed to hear.

I did feel a little slutty.

It was nice of her to inadvertently validate my feelings.

ME: …What am I supposed to do when we come back to London?

HEIDI: That’s a conversation you should be having with your boss.

ME: Fine. It’s Aunt Fizz’s birthday next weekend. I should probably come back for it and have some time away from him, right?

HEIDI: If you think you’re getting all scrambled up, then yes. You’re living right on top of each other and can’t get any space. It might not be a bad thing to get some distance.

ME: All right. Thanks. I needed someone to tell me I wasn’t overreacting.

HEIDI: You’re not overreacting, Chlo.

HEIDI: I think you’re a fool for tossing away a weekend of apparently good dick, but you’re not overreacting.

ME: Is it throwing away a weekend of good dick if I can get it any day of the week?


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