Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Roman leaned against the cool marble sink, watching Blair through the mirror as she fixed her hair. Her fingers moved quickly, twisting strands back into the sleek style she’d worn before he had thoroughly undone her. He smirked to himself, proud of the disheveled state he had left her in. The way she had clung to him, the way she had moaned, sir. He could still hear it echoing in his head.

“You’re staring.” Blair muttered, adjusting the last few pins and smoothing down a stray curl.

“Am I?” he asked, arching a brow. “I thought I was merely appreciating my secretary’s dedication to maintaining a professional appearance.”

Blair shot him a glare through the mirror. “Well, you sure do like messy me up.” Then she flashed Roman would bet she was remembering just how he liked to mess her up.

Roman grinned, stepping closer and resting his hands on her hips. “Semantics. Either way, you look stunning–though I personally prefer the thoroughly ruined version of you. I love your hair down and wild.”

Her cheeks flushed again as she reached for her compact, dabbing at the remnants of their heated encounter. “I have work to do, Roman, and so do you.”

“I know,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “But watching you try to pretend nothing just happened is my new favorite pastime.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t push him away. Instead, she focused on fixing her lipstick. Roman watched as she reapplied the soft pink shade, his mind flashing back to how those lips had looked wrapped around his… shit. His cock jumped in his pants. If he wasn’t careful, he would have her on her knees. But she was right. They had work to do.

“Stop that,” Blair scolded, catching his expression.

“Stop what?” he asked innocently.

“Thinking whatever it is you’re thinking.”

Roman chuckled, stepping back and adjusting his tie. “Fine, I’ll behave. For now.”

Blair let out a small sigh, as if she didn’t believe him for a second, then squared her shoulders. “I’m going back to work.”

He smirked. “Try not to think about me too much while you’re typing up those reports.”

out of the bathroom, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. She had taken her time fixing her makeup, ensuring there wasn’t a single trace of what had just happened between her and Roman. Not that she regretted a

secretary, not the

in her hand.

ear and shoulder as she settled into

said, already bracing herself. “What’s

her voice clipped. “I was hoping you’d sound a little

bit back a groan. “It’s

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Viv said. “I’m

stomach dropped.

weekend. They wanted to wait, but now that Laura’s pregnant, they can’t delay any longer.

herself from cursing. Of course, they couldn’t wait.

you telling me this?” she asked, gripping her phone

be there,” Viv said simply. “You know how this works. It’ll look bad if you don’t come and wish

mean my ex–fiancé and the

don’t have a choice. People will talk if

muttered.

not, this isn’t just about you. Your absence would make a statement, and not a

one.”

her fingers against

I wouldn’t be thrilled, either. But you

her jaw.