Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Roman helped Blair up, his powerful arms steadying her as she wobbled slightly. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving her legs weak and her hands trembling. Without hesitation, he scooped her up, ignoring her protests, and carried her to his car. Ethan opened the door, ensuring a smooth transition as Roman settled her inside. Roman shut her door. She watched as he thanked Ethan before moving around the car.

She sat in silence as Roman drove, her mind replaying the near accident. If it had even been an accident? It played over and over again in her mind. What if she had stepped off the curb? Would Ethan have been there in time? Would she be laying in the hospital or the morgue? The thought was frightening. >

Her pulse was still erratic, her body unable to shake the lingering fear. Roman’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw clenched, his entire body radiating controlled fury. Blair could see he was thinking of what had happened, or nearly happened. She was lucky, except for some sore muscles and a small scrape on her hand where Ethan had pushed her out of the way. She wasn’t hurt.

When they arrived at his house, Roman wasted no time. He led her inside, his hand firmly on her lower back, guiding her toward the master bathroom. The large tub was already filling with warm water.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he murmured, his fingers already at the buttons of her coat.

Blair swallowed but didn’t argue. Her body felt cold, her nerves frayed. She allowed him to help her undress, his touch careful, not lingering, though his gaze never left her face, as if making sure she was truly okay. Once she was bare, his eyes scanned her body to make sure she was completely unharmed. Then he guided her into the warm bath, settling her gently into the water.

She let out a slow breath, her body sinking into the comforting heat, her muscles slowly beginning to unwind.

Roman didn’t leave. Instead, he perched on the edge of the tub, his fingers skimming the surface of the water as he watched her for a moment or two.

Then he pulled out his phone and dialed. “Peters,” he said the moment the call connected.

“Sir. We found the car.” Blair could just hear Roman’s head of security voice.

Roman’s eyes darkened. “And?”

“It was torched. Whoever did this made sure there was nothing left to trace. No fingerprints, no plates, no identifying marks. The VIN number was removed.”

Roman exhaled slowly, his free hand flexing over his thigh. “Figures. What about the police?”

“They’ve been alerted. A detective will be coming by the house to take Blair’s statement. Ethan will go to the station to give his.”

Roman glanced at Blair. He saw the way her fingers gripped the edge of the tub, the tension still evident in her body. He put the phone on speaker. “Blair needs to hear this.”

lot, but the detective will just ask a few questions. It’s

shakily. “I don’t know what to tell them. I didn’t see anything. The headlights

you can. The footage we’re pulling might give us

Roman hung up, he turned his attention fully to Blair. His expression shifted, no longer just controlled fury

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he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “Do you get that, Blair? If Ethan hadn’t been there, if you had taken one step further…” He stopped himself, inhaling sharply, his grip on her

breath caught, her heart hammering at the intensity in his eyes. This wasn’t just about control or protection. Roman was scared. The realization hit her harder than she expected. Was it more than just concern for another human

she could respond, he

It was deep, consuming, filled with all the things he couldn’t say. Blair gasped into his mouth, her fingers gripping his wrist as he tilted her head back, deepening the kiss. Heat curled low in her stomach, chasing away the chill

of his touch, but just as his hand slipped to

heavy. He pressed his forehead to

her. The police. Right.

from the accident, but from Roman’s kiss. She grabbed a towel, drying off quickly before reaching

near the entryway, speaking with two officers. His back was

deeply and walked toward

approached. “Miss Warner, I understand you’ve been through a traumatic event tonight, but we need

house. They sat down in the lounge room. Roman sat close to her,

expression unreadable, but she could

a breath, she began to recount the events, hoping that somewhere in the details, they’d find

attentively, occasionally taking notes. “And you’re sure you didn’t see anything? You

headlights were too bright. I couldn’t

his sides, his frustration palpable.