Sleeping With My Boss: A Standalone Novel (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story) (A Dirty Office Romance) by Claire Adams Page A
Authors: Claire Adams
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drink their shots, yes, ladies?”
They all voiced their approval and giggled.
“You see, Asher! It is only you who is being, what is
the word? Ah, yes, boring! Come, it is Friday night in Paris! Have some fun, my
friend, have some fun!”
“All right, all right,” I sighed. The more I drank,
the harder it was to resist.
We downed the shots, and before long, I was starting
to feel light-headed.
“I want to dance,” Marie announced. “Come, let's go to
the dancefloor!”
The other ladies also seemed eager to dance, as did
Anton. He stood and beckoned to me.
“Come on, Asher! We cannot let the ladies down. It
would be very rude!”
I heaved myself up off the sofa, feeling weary and
decidedly unenthusiastic. Marie, however, looped her arm through mine and all
but dragged me onto the dancefloor. My vision was starting to swim, and I was
losing my ability to maneuver and maintain control—a feeling I did not like. At
all.
On the dancefloor, Marie didn't waste any time in
making her intentions clear. She started dancing suggestively, putting her
hands all over me and grinding heavily against my body, moving sensually to the
music.
I couldn't deny that I was starting to feel aroused
and part of me was starting to really get into it. But, at the same time,
despite the drunkenness and the gorgeous, scantily-clad lingerie model grinding
her body against mine, I couldn't get the thoughts of Lilah out of my head.
We weren't together. I didn’t owe her anything. Hell,
we’d only shared one kiss that she had made rather clear was a poor judgment
call—but even so, something inside me felt as if I were cheating on her. And
that was something I would not do.
I stepped away from Marie.
“I really have to go to the bathroom, all right?”
“Shall I come with you?” she asked, smiling suggestively.
“No, no,” I replied with a nervous laugh. “That won’t
be necessary. I'll be back soon. You wait here.”
I hurried off the dancefloor to the back of the club
where the bathrooms were—but just before I got to them, I veered off to the
right, and headed through to the storage area. I pushed through a door that
said “Staff Only” in French—I could understand that much, at least—and hurried
through the storeroom, surprising a waiter, who started babbling at me in
French.
“Exit, exit,” I said in English, but he seemed to not
understand me.
I ignored him, and he ran off, presumably to fetch a
bouncer or manager. I found a door at the end of the storeroom which lead
through a narrow passage, and then there, at the end of it, I managed to find
an exit that lead out into an alley.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I stepped into the dark
alley and paused to inhale in a few deep breaths of the cool night air before
heading through the alley to the main street where I hailed a cab. I told him
the name of my hotel, and we took off into the night.
I pulled out my phone and texted a quick apology to
Anton explaining that I'd become ill and had to rush back to the hotel. Yes, I
lied. But it was a little white lie that would save a lot of hard feelings in
the long run. I put my phone away and leaned back in the seat, watching Paris
fly by my window as thoughts of Lilah swirled through my drunken mind.
CHAPTER 10
Lilah
Asher had been away in France over the weekend for a business trip, and to be honest, I felt a little
relieved to have had some distance between us. I'd been doing my best to keep
him at arm's length all week at the office—and succeeding. However, I felt that my strategy was backfiring big time. It seemed as though my attempt to avoid conversation with him left him more
determined to get closer to me.
If I was perfectly honest with myself , a large
part of me wanted him closer. But that
wasn’t the part focused on keeping my job separate from my personal life. I was
beginning to understand how the government felt when it tried to separate
church from state.
Keeping
They all voiced their approval and giggled.
“You see, Asher! It is only you who is being, what is
the word? Ah, yes, boring! Come, it is Friday night in Paris! Have some fun, my
friend, have some fun!”
“All right, all right,” I sighed. The more I drank,
the harder it was to resist.
We downed the shots, and before long, I was starting
to feel light-headed.
“I want to dance,” Marie announced. “Come, let's go to
the dancefloor!”
The other ladies also seemed eager to dance, as did
Anton. He stood and beckoned to me.
“Come on, Asher! We cannot let the ladies down. It
would be very rude!”
I heaved myself up off the sofa, feeling weary and
decidedly unenthusiastic. Marie, however, looped her arm through mine and all
but dragged me onto the dancefloor. My vision was starting to swim, and I was
losing my ability to maneuver and maintain control—a feeling I did not like. At
all.
On the dancefloor, Marie didn't waste any time in
making her intentions clear. She started dancing suggestively, putting her
hands all over me and grinding heavily against my body, moving sensually to the
music.
I couldn't deny that I was starting to feel aroused
and part of me was starting to really get into it. But, at the same time,
despite the drunkenness and the gorgeous, scantily-clad lingerie model grinding
her body against mine, I couldn't get the thoughts of Lilah out of my head.
We weren't together. I didn’t owe her anything. Hell,
we’d only shared one kiss that she had made rather clear was a poor judgment
call—but even so, something inside me felt as if I were cheating on her. And
that was something I would not do.
I stepped away from Marie.
“I really have to go to the bathroom, all right?”
“Shall I come with you?” she asked, smiling suggestively.
“No, no,” I replied with a nervous laugh. “That won’t
be necessary. I'll be back soon. You wait here.”
I hurried off the dancefloor to the back of the club
where the bathrooms were—but just before I got to them, I veered off to the
right, and headed through to the storage area. I pushed through a door that
said “Staff Only” in French—I could understand that much, at least—and hurried
through the storeroom, surprising a waiter, who started babbling at me in
French.
“Exit, exit,” I said in English, but he seemed to not
understand me.
I ignored him, and he ran off, presumably to fetch a
bouncer or manager. I found a door at the end of the storeroom which lead
through a narrow passage, and then there, at the end of it, I managed to find
an exit that lead out into an alley.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I stepped into the dark
alley and paused to inhale in a few deep breaths of the cool night air before
heading through the alley to the main street where I hailed a cab. I told him
the name of my hotel, and we took off into the night.
I pulled out my phone and texted a quick apology to
Anton explaining that I'd become ill and had to rush back to the hotel. Yes, I
lied. But it was a little white lie that would save a lot of hard feelings in
the long run. I put my phone away and leaned back in the seat, watching Paris
fly by my window as thoughts of Lilah swirled through my drunken mind.
CHAPTER 10
Lilah
Asher had been away in France over the weekend for a business trip, and to be honest, I felt a little
relieved to have had some distance between us. I'd been doing my best to keep
him at arm's length all week at the office—and succeeding. However, I felt that my strategy was backfiring big time. It seemed as though my attempt to avoid conversation with him left him more
determined to get closer to me.
If I was perfectly honest with myself , a large
part of me wanted him closer. But that
wasn’t the part focused on keeping my job separate from my personal life. I was
beginning to understand how the government felt when it tried to separate
church from state.
Keeping
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