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.”

of what had just happened between her

Back to being his secretary, not the

her hand. Blair glanced at the screen and immediately

she answered, tucking the phone between her ear and shoulder as

Viv,” she said, already

“I was hoping you’d sound a

a groan. “It’s been

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it’s about to get longer.” Viv said. “I’m

dropped. “What engagement

wanted to wait, but now that Laura’s pregnant,

herself from cursing. Of course, they couldn’t wait. That would ruin the

are you telling me this?” she asked, gripping

to be there,” Viv said simply. “You know how this

mean my

“I know this isn’t easy, Blair, but you don’t

way,” Blair muttered. “Why

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

one.”

pressed her fingers against her temple.

upset. I wouldn’t be thrilled, either. But you need to be there and you

her