Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

“ I can’t believe you hit him,” I yell at Nathan once we’re back in his office.

“I won’t let anyone talk to you like that. Ever. I don’t care who the fuck they think they are. No one will ever disrespect you.” He’s still pissed as he paces the room in an effort to expel some of the pent-up energy.

The door swings open and Xavier and Alistair walk in. “I’ll, ah, be in my office,” I tell Nathan.

He reaches out, grasping my wrist and pulling my body into his. “Stay,” he whispers.

I look between him and the other partners, who are presently staring at us. I know that they know we’ve been seeing each other, but they’ve never seen us together. Not like this. Touching.

“I watched it on the CCTV. You’re right hook could use some work,” Alistair says with a shrug.

“Fuck off,” Nathan grunts.

“Wait… These offices have CCTV?” I ask. Holy shit, the things I have done in here. The things we’ve done in here… I look up and around the ceiling.

“Not in our offices, just the conference room and main workspaces,” Xavier answers me.

“Oh, thank god.” I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Why? You been stealing pens or something?” Xavier asks me.

“No. I wouldn’t steal pens,” I tell him. “I’d steal all of your passwords, sell them to your competitors, and probably never have to work again in my life,” I deadpan.

“You know I’m still your boss. Your four weeks isn’t even close to being up,” he counters.

“She’s not leaving,” Nathan says.

“You want to fire me instead?” I smile sweetly at them. It’s a bitch move because I know how much Xavier in particular wants to keep me here. He sees potential in me or some shit. Nathan told me that Xavier thinks I’m going to be the best corporate lawyer this country has seen. I hope he’s right about that.

“I’d never fire you. Him, though, I’m considering it. Really, Nathan. You hit him?” Xavier grunts.

“You didn’t hear what he said,” Nathan growls back before wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Actually, I did. And I probably would have done the same thing. But, fuck, do you have any idea the shit that man is going to try to bring down on you, on the firm?”

“I know. I should have kept my cool. I’m sorry.” Nathan sighs.

“It’s fine. Whatever happens, we will work through it. Here.” Alistair hands him a glass of amber liquid.

“Okay, I really do have work to do. Are you okay?” I ask Nathan.

“I’m good. You?” he replies.

“I’m good. I’ll see you later,” I tell him, then leave the three partners to discuss their next steps. I head back to my office, pick up my bag, and sneak out. Once I’m safely on the street, I dig my phone out of my bag and call my sister.

“Hello.”

“You busy?” I ask her.

“Not really. What do you need?”

“You and a bucket of cocktails.” I sigh into the phone.

I’ve yet to tell her about me and my #hotboss relationship. I’m not even sure why I’ve kept it a secret from my sister and mum. It’s not like they wouldn’t support me in any relationship I was happy and safe in. They would. I guess it’s my own shame at the fact that I’ve jumped into bed with my boss. At the first firm to ever employ me. I understand the risk I’m taking with my career, even if Nathan insists that I’ll be okay. That no one will think less of me. He can’t control everyone else, what they say to each other and think, as much as I’m sure he would love to.

That was really evident today when Mark Kemp called me out. Of all fucking people, it had to be him. Was he right? Would my father be ashamed of me?

I’m not sure. He loved me unconditionally. I know that. But I don’t know if he would have approved of my relationship with Nathan.

“Bentley, are you there? Earth to Bentley Johnson!” Jules’s voice brings me back from all my negative thoughts.

“Sorry… I’m here.”

“It’s bad. I can tell. Okay, meet me at the student bar,” she says, referring to the spot that’s just around the corner from her university. It’s only a fifteen-minute drive from here.

“Okay, be there in twenty.” I hang up, pull up the Uber app, and call for a ride.

Twenty five minutes later, I’m walking through the crowded student bar. I should have insisted on meeting somewhere quieter. This place is packed. Then again, they’re all students, so it’s always packed.

“Bentley, over here!” Jules waves a hand in the air as she yells out to me.

Sliding into the booth my sister somehow managed to secure, I slump in my seat. There’s a shot of tequila waiting for me on the table. This is why I love Jules. She always knows exactly what I need. And, right now, tequila is definitely it.

“Okay, spit it out. What the hell is going on? You’re scaring me,” she says after a moment of silence.

“I’m fucking my hot boss,” I spit out.

Her eyes widen in shock. “You’re what?”

“I’m sleeping with my boss. I’m in love with my boss. We’re… going steady,” I tell her with a smile on my lips.

“ Going steady? First of all, don’t ever say that. You’re not that old. And second, you’re banging the hot boss. Holy shit, is it good?” She whispers the last bit, like it’s a taboo thing we shouldn’t be talking about.

“It’s out-of-body, mind-exploding, orgasmic-perfection kind of good. I’ve never had sex like this. It’s like he has a handbook for my body and knows exactly how to manipulate it.”

“So you’re banging all over the office then?” she questions.

“No, mostly his apartment. Once in a nightclub,” I admit.

“You had public sex? Okay, who are you and what have you done with my sister? My sensible, never does anything without creating a pros and cons list first sister?”

Picking up the bottle of tequila, I fill both shot glasses and push one towards her. “Shot first, talk later.” I lift my glass in the air.

“To out-of-body, orgasmic bliss,” Jules says, clinking her glass to mine. “Okay, so no sex in the office. That’s good. I think,” she adds after downing her shot.

I scrunch up my nose. “I sat on his desk today while he ate me out,” I say, refilling the glasses.

“You what?” She laughs.

“He said I was dessert. And he made me a chicken and avo sandwich for lunch. How could I say no?” I shrug, like it’s the most normal response, given the situation.

“Oh yeah, then I see how you had no choice at all in the matter. You definitely had to have your pussy eaten out by your hot boss in his office.” She laughs again.

I lift my shot in the air. “To always coming first,” I say, clinking her glass.

“Oh, I bet you do.” She smirks and downs her tequila.

“I do. Multiple times.”

“Okay, so good sex, hot boss. What’s the problem?” she counters.

“He’s my boss .” I put extra emphasis on the last word.

“Who cares? You’re both consenting adults.”

She’s starting to sound like Nathan.

“There’s this case the firm’s handling. I can’t get into details, but our client is suing Mark Kemp,” I tell her.

“Mark Kemp? Oh my god, Bentley.” Her voice turns sympathetic. She knows how much I want to make that man pay for what he’s done. She does too, but her ideas are to hire a hitman and be done with him. Mine are a little more on the legal side.

“We had to have a meeting today with Kemp and his lawyers,” I add.

“And what happened…?”

“Kemp said he heard I was spreading my legs for my boss and that Daddy would be ashamed of me.” I can’t stop the tears from falling.

“No.” She shakes her head at me. “Stiffen that lip, Bentley Johnson. We are not going to allow that man to take any more of our tears.”

“What if it’s true, Jules? What if Daddy is up there somewhere, disgusted by me and my actions?”

“It’s not true. Daddy would be super proud of you, Bentley. You are smart, way smarter than any of us. And you’re strong. There is nothing wrong with anything you’re doing.”

“I just… I can’t help but feel like it’s wrong. But I can’t stop it either. I love him.”

“The hot boss?”

“Yes.” I nod, pulling my vibrating phone out of my bag. I see the name #hotboss on the screen and turn it around to show Jules. “I left the office without saying anything,” I tell her before placing my phone face down on the table. I’ll call him back later.

“So, what happened after that asshole basically called you a slut?”

“Nathan punched him. Got him really good too,” I tell her, refilling our glasses.

“So, gives mind-blowing orgasms, punches someone who talks shit about you, and is mouth-wateringly hot. I like him already. I think you should make him my brother.” She snatches my phone off the table when it starts vibrating again. “Hey, it’s Jules, your new sister. Bentley is currently drowning her sorrows in a bottle of tequila and can’t come to the phone right now,” she says into the receiver. I reach over the table, trying to snatch my phone back, but she’s too quick. “Oh, we’re at the student bar,” she continues. I can’t hear what Nathan tells her, but she answers with a, “Sounds great. See you soon, bro.”

“Oh my god, Jules, no, just no!” I tell her.

She smiles huge, placing my phone back down on the table as she picks up the bottle and pours us each a shot. Raising her glass, she smirks. “To new brothers, who hopefully come with equally hot friends.”

“He does.” I laugh. “But I’m pretty sure they’re both spoken for.” I have no idea if Alistair is dating someone or not, but I’ve heard rumours around the office that he is into some really out-there, kinky shit. I think I’ll keep my little sister away from that one.

“All the good ones are.” She sighs.