Bastard Boss

By: Sam Crescent



“I didn’t know that you knew that.”

She rolled her eyes. “Every woman knows what a catch you are. You’re sexy, hot, and you know it. There’s no need to do the whole coy thing.”

“I’m not. I just think it’s hot to know that you’re in agreement with me.”

Shaking her head, she snorted. “You’re my boss, Xavier. I’m not going to point out these things. They’re not appropriate.”

“I just asked you to be the mother of my baby. I think we’ve crossed that line, and you can now see me as hot stuff.”

Before she had a chance to answer, the elevator pinged open. “Saved.”

“What was that?” he asked.

“Nothing. Don’t you just love elevators?”

“I’m driving,” he said, gripping her waist, and leading her away from her car, and taking her toward his.

“What about when all of this is over? I don’t want to be stuck waiting for a ride,” she said.

“You won’t be. I’ll take you home, and tomorrow morning I’ll pick you back up, and take you to work.”

She stared at the passenger door, hating how her stomach twisted. When colleagues hinted at her screwing the boss she’d ignored them. There was no chance of it. This was risking the rumors spreading once again, only this time, it could actually be the truth.

He wants a baby!

“I’m not going to hurt you, Anya. I want to have dinner, and talk about this.”

Grabbing the door handle, she opened the door and climbed into his car. Xavier further surprised her as he leaned in and buckled her in. “I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

She smiled. “Okay.”

The back of his hand brushed across her breasts, and she tensed up. Had it been on purpose? Was it a mistake? Sitting back in her seat, she did her best to ignore him as he climbed behind the wheel and started up his car. She glanced over at her own car, and tried her hardest not to pout.

Neither of them spoke as he drove through the busy city streets. Even at seven o’clock at night it was still busy. It was one of the downfalls of living in a city, the chaos. Living here was like living on constant speed.

“Today was a good day.”

“Did your deal go well with Kurtis?” she asked.

“Yes. Of course it did. He just needs to learn some respect. I don’t want you alone with him if he ever comes by the office.”

“Why?”

“Don’t trust him.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine. You put him in his place.” She had heard him growl at the man. Kurtis had looked so afraid. For a split second she had actually felt sorry for the man. Still, it was no excuse to be a pig of a man. Respect was something that was earned, and Kurtis hadn’t earned hers. Either way, she wouldn’t do anything to ruin the reputation of the company, or Xavier.

“I won’t have him upsetting you. If I’m not there, stay at your desk, and don’t bring yourself to be alone with him.”

He sounded … strange.

“I’m going to still be working there then?”

“Why wouldn’t you be?”

“The kiss. The whole baby thing. It’s, erm, not exactly making for a stable working environment.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’d never fire you. Besides, I want to talk about it when I can look at you. Face to face conversation is always better than none.”

“Sure.” She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about his little outburst. Xavier Leigh wanted a baby. It seemed surreal. If he said he wanted an extra billion, she would have understood a lot more.

They were silent on the drive to the restaurant. There was no need to be talking. Their silence wasn’t awkward either. She liked that.

Resting against the leather seat, she watched the city go by, wondering what life would be like outside where everything was slower, more enjoyable.

He suddenly pulled outside of a busy Italian restaurant, and the door was opened for her. She smiled at the valet, used to Xavier’s expensive taste. He liked quality in everything, food, service, wine, women. She gasped as he took her arm and led the way inside. This was really happening. They weren’t on the way to meet prospective clients. This was between the two of them.

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