Beneath Her Bastard Boss

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Blair woke up to Roman’s fingers drawing lazy circles on her bare shoulder. For about three seconds, she let herself sink into the warmth of his body against hers, the way his breath tickled her neck. Then reality crashed back down like a brick. Shit, she couldn’t just stay here.

Last night. The dinner. Luca. Sutton’s secret burning a hole in her chest.

“Morning,” Roman murmured, his voice still deep with sleep.

“Hey.” She tried to slip out of bed, but his arm tightened around her waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Shower. We have work.”

“We also have that conversation I promised you.” His voice had lost that sleepy edge. Now it was all business. Dangerous business.

Blair’s stomach twisted. She’d been hoping, stupidly she knew, that maybe he’d forgotten. Or at least decided to let it slide. But Roman didn’t forget anything, and he sure as hell didn’t let things slide.

“Roman, I really don’t—”

“Nope.” He sat up, running a hand through his hair, watching her. “You used sex to distract me last night. Which, don’t get me wrong, worked like a fucking charm. But now it’s morning, and I still want answers. Something happened last night to upset Sutton and got you spitting mad.”

Blair finally managed to wiggle free and padded over to their dresser. Her reflection in the mirror was telling–she was wearing a deer–in–headlights expression that screamed ‘I’m hiding something massive.

“There’s nothing to tell you,” she said, pulling out clothes at random.

Roman glared at her. “Right. And I’m the Pope.”

Really? Because I’m sure there’s a sin about the way you make love.” With that, she headed into the bathroom. She could

his eyes on her all the way. It made her feel like she was under a microscope. Shit, she hated keeping things from him.

enty minutes later, they were in the kitchen. Roman moved around, making breakfast. Jenny, his housekeeper, was off siting her daughter, so for the next week or so, they had the place to themselves. Roman had cleaners come in during the day. Shame really, because the buffer of another person would have been nice. She watched him, waiting for him to start interrogating her because she knew it was going to come.

He only waited until they had finished their meal before bringing it up again while they cleaned the kitchen.

“So,” he said, not looking at her. “Sutton seemed pretty upset when she left last night.”

Blair should have known he wouldn’t let it go. “She wasn’t feeling well.”

“Uh–huh. Please, Blair, I’m asking because I care.”

“She’s fine. I’m fine.”

Roman finally turned around, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “Really?”

“She got sick. People get sick.” Shit, he looked hot–and angry. But that didn’t stop her from heating under his gaze.

they?” His eyes narrowed. “Or did someone say something to

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beating so fast she was pretty sure he could hear it. She wasn’t very good at hiding things or how she was feeling. “Nobody said anything to anyone.”

I?” He pushed off the counter and moved closer to her. “Then explain to me why you’ve been lying to my face for the past

someone said something, I

Her name was a warning. Low and quiet and absolutely

down on the

to finish

have meetings today, a lot of meetings.” Blair hoped that would get them moving and off this

give a shit about

I do. We have

bitter. “Responsibilities. Right. Like the responsibility to

suddenly desperate to get out of this kitchen, out of

to talk.” Shit, she hoped she

things we promised each other was no more secrets. I feel like

talked to Sutton and figured out what the hell

that meant he was pissed but trying to control it. His hands gripped the steering wheel. The silence felt

trying to think of literally anything that might get her out

rang.

Sutton.

probably a little

“Oh my

Are you okay?” Blair sat up straighter, immediately worried about

I’m at work and… fuck, what am I

I mean

I told you he was supposed to come by this week? Well,

It made her blood turn to ice. “Him? Who’s

“Luca…”

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hit Blair like a freight train. Her entire body felt the

Roman glanced over, clearly picking up

whispered, still not sure if she

voice echoing. “It’s Luca. He’s here right now. I can’t fucking breathe. I literally

was racing. Luca owned the

“Oh shit,” Blair breathed.

He doesn’t know it’s me yet–I mean,

you need me?” Blair interrupted. “I can come. I can

with it. I just… I needed to tell someone. I needed you to know in case this all

“Sutton-”