Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 159

Her brain was frying itself. He’s a man, right? Men get hard over anything and everything. A stiff breeze. A suggestive text. With Alexei, even a fly landing in the right spot. So, it means nothing. Right?

The way he was looking at her… that didn’t feel like nothing.

He had never made a move on her before… True, the invisible sign that appeared above her head with “Back Off” written on it might have something to do with it… She had never seen it, but both her sisters had told her it often appeared high, bright and in flashing neon. It didn’t really, but it was the vibe she gave off. It was a standing joke in their family.

But their cousin Laura was totally the opposite; she was a lifelong member of Sluts Are Us.

“Alexei,” she whispered, not sure if she was warning him or asking for something she couldn’t name.

He drew in a sharp breath at the sound of his name on her lips. His hand tightened on her waist, drawing her infinitesimally closer.

“We should stop,” she said, but made no move to pull away.

“Yes,” he agreed, his voice rough. “We should.”

Neither of them stopped dancing.

Around them, the music continued, people were oblivious to the silent battle taking place on the dance floor. Keira felt caught in a current, pulled toward something both terrifying and inevitable. This was not safe.

She’d set professional boundaries with Alexei. But those boundaries had never accounted for this. For the way her body responded to his

touch, for the electricity that sparked between them when his gaze met hers.

“The song’s ending,” he said, a hint of regret in his voice.

Reality crashed back in. Keira stepped back slightly, breaking the spell. “Good. I need a drink. A stiff one. Make it a bucket.”

His lips curved into a knowing smile. “Running away, Warner?”

“Tactical retreat,” she corrected, smoothing down her dress with hands that weren’t entirely steady. She just couldn’t look at him. “There’s a difference.”

perfect prince once

arm, careful to maintain distance between their bodies. She had, from very early on, called him Alexei, but by using his title

the memory of his arousal against

exactly why boundaries existed. Why Jines shouldn’t be crossed. She’d come to the gala as his assistant, nothing more. There was no way she was

it back in one

told the bartender,

against the bar, getting into her line of sight, studying her with those penetrating eyes. The air between them

unresolved tension.

what happened on the

dance floor,” Keira cut him off. “Just some… biological

“You felt it too.”

You’re a man.

just talking about

“All I felt,” she said carefully,

tightened. “That’s

weird. Monday morning, we go back to normal. You being all princely and demanding, me

to see the bartender discreetly move down to serve other guests, leaving them in their

scared,” he said, voice dropping lower. “What’s between us isn’t

voice when a nearby couple glanced their way. “There’s you, there’s me, and there’s a whole

his body radiating toward her. “We both

against her ribs. “Back

you might actually feel

her glass down with more force than necessary. “I

shot up. “Men like

powerful men who think the world revolves around them. Who believe everyone and everything is just waiting to serve

“Keira.”

suddenly you’ve got a hard- on pressing against my hip

darkened. “You think I would destroy our working

arms. “Go put your power point into another woman’s socket, because I’m