Boss Me Dirty (Billionaire Boss Romance Book 2)

by R. R. Banks

  “Do you know what it was?” she asked.

  “Nope,” replied Hannah. “I sure don’t.”

  The cab pulled up to Poole’s and the two women immediately jumped out and stepped up onto the curb. It was an older building with a very unique charm, something that was lost in New York. While many bars and clubs were trying to modernize and become much fancier with more elaborate drinks and exquisite light shows and sound systems, Poole’s always remained the same. The two girls stepped toward the door to see Micky, their favorite bouncer, manning the door. “You girls look nice tonight,” he said as he looked both girls up and down. “I wasn’t expecting the two of you to make it here tonight.”

  “Yeah, we tried somewhere else but ultimately decided that we wanted to be here,” said Hannah as she looked over at Alexis. “Sometimes, when you just need a drink and a good time, it’s best to go where you know.”

  “And you know this place very well, Hannah Burchfield,” stated Micky with a smile as he pulled a rope back and let the two girls in, not checking their identification because he knew they were of age. They walked into a small hallway to see pictures of all of the regulars scattered about the walls. Many friends and acquaintances that they have met over the years were plastered here so that anyone who decided to come visit would know who this place really belonged to.

  “That was a fun night,” said Alexis as she pointed to the picture of the two of them, sitting at a table with a small group of people.

  “Yeah, it was,” replied Hannah as she looked closer to see who all was there. While they knew their pictures were up on the wall, they never took the time to look at them and analyze them. In it, though, were people of whom they were still close with and a few more who they’ve lost contact with, but wish they hadn’t. “Let’s not dwell,” said Hannah as she grabbed Alexis by the shoulder.”I’m sure most of them are in here right now.”

  Alexis turned her head and walked down the hallway with Hannah. “Probably,” she agreed as they entered a much larger room. It had wooden walls with several metal signs nailed throughout. It looked dingy and dirty, resembling more of a dive bar instead of classy establishment like they just left. The lights that hung from the ceiling were old, incandescent bulbs hung from the ceiling by dusty chains. As they walked in, the dance floor was filled with many people they knew, dancing to several high energy songs while waitresses continuously brought them drinks. The aura of the bar didn’t match what it appeared. Poole’s looked more like a rough-neck biker bar instead of a hole-in-the-wall dance club.

  “Oh my God!” screamed a tall, thick brunette from the side of the room and she walked toward both girls with her drink in the air. Her red dress was tight around her hips and thighs, making it difficult for her to walk across the floor, though she shimmied across it in great time to wrap her left arm around Alexis while Hannah looked over to the rest of the group that she was standing with. “I haven’t seen the two of you in forever!”

  “Trisha, it’s good to see you,” said Alexis as she pulled her close. “What brings you here tonight? I thought you moved to Chicago?”

  “I did, and I’m only here to see my family,” she answered as she let go of Alexis and walked over to Hannah to hug her. “I didn’t know you two were still in town else I would’ve called you.”

  Hannah smirked as she looked over Trisha’s shoulder and gave Alexis a perturbed glance. Nothing inside of her made her want to see any of these people again and she knew she was going to be forced to participate in awkward banter. “Hey, go hang out with some of our crew from school,” continued Trisha as she pointed to a table against the wall of the bar. “I’ll come talk to you guys in a few minutes. I need to see a couple more people.”

  “Sure,” said Alexis as she and Hannah turned to face the wall. With Trisha walking away to the bar, noticing a few more people that she recognized, Alexis and Hannah started their march toward the small group sitting at a table against the wall. They were, regrettably, a few people that Hannah preferred to distance herself from. She was regarded as a black sheep while growing up with these people and the memories from her awkward relationships with these people did not rank highly in her life. The first she noticed was a short woman named Rebecca Nesbit. Her hair was sandy brown, tied in the back and restrained by a silver clip and hung down to in between her shoulder blades. She wore a brown, low cut shirt that accented her busty chest and tightly fitting blue jeans that fit snugly around her hips. She wore a thick layer of makeup to cover up several blemishes on her face, trying her best to hide years of terrible acne during her adolescence.

  Standing in front of her was Harold, or Harry, Wilson. He was slightly taller than Rebecca but was still a fairly short man. His hair was messy and brown, laying on his head like a mop and void of any type of serious care. His appearance was a mess, looking disheveled around all of the handsome and beautifully dressed people. He wore a wrinkly t-shirt with an indie band on it with a pair of black pants that were too long, covering up a pair of old sneakers that were untied. However, appearances were deceiving as Harry was a very successful reporter and editor for the Tribune, holding the accolades of being the youngest ever at the company. What he lacked in personal maintenance, he made up for in his ability to write a captivating story and find out the dirt on any politician or businessman. He was able to find corrupting and incriminating evidence better than any law enforcement entity.

  Hannah thought about the memories of her time with Harry and Rebecca, both constantly teasing her for her inability to hold down a relationship with anyone. Throughout her days in high school, Hannah preferred to shop around for different guys. She didn’t know what she was after or what the exact type of guy she wanted, so she preferred to play the field and experience what all of them had to offer. While her friends knew she was picky, others labeled her as a slut and someone who would sleep around for fun. Many of the boys would approach her for a good time, and in a lot of occasions, she would oblige. The criticism from the other girls was cruel, but justified. Hannah slept around because she enjoyed the feeling, not because she wanted the attention. However, as a result of her promiscuity, all of the unattached boys would flock to Hannah, hoping they could make their way into her panties. Harry, a budding reporter on the school newspaper and a vicious gossip, spread awful rumors at the behest of Trisha and Rebecca, hoping to shame Hannah into leaving the boys alone. Jealousy was the reason Hannah was hated and teased, making her high school years tough to handle.

  She turned her head away from the two who tormented her in school and looked to see two friendlier faces. The twins, Jonathan and Jennifer Sansby were standing next to a small table, sipping on their drinks. Both were smart, charming, and well-liked, and while Hannah wasn’t very fond of the others in the group, she had nothing but great things to say about the twins. While they weren’t close friends, she didn’t consider them morally repulsive or oddly self-serving like the rest of the group. Jonathan had a great physique, taking great care of himself while serving as a teacher and coach at a public high school. He was wearing a nice, white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of pressed, khaki slacks. His blonde hair was cut neatly and parted to the right.

  His sister, Jennifer, looked equally as professional as he did. Her blonde hair with silver high lights was curled and hung down just below her shoulders. Her eyes were blue and stood apart from the rest of her soft facial features and pale skin. She was the quieter of the two, but a lot more observant. Her tan sweater and black skirt accented her figure and made her stand out as the most physically fit of the entire group of ladies, with the exception of Hannah. She worked for the New York attorney’s office as one of their rising clerks and was prepared to take a prominent position in politics at a later point in her life. “Hannah, it’s so great to see you,” she said quietly as she leaned in and embraced her.

  “I know, it’s been too long,” replied Hannah as she obliged. “I’ve really missed you and your brother.” She pulled
back and leaned toward Jonathan, embracing him as he placed his drink down on the table and wrapped his arms around her. “I’ve really missed these arms,” she said seductively.

  “I haven’t left New York,” he replied as he kissed her on the cheek they embraced. “You know how to get in touch with the both of us.”

  Hannah held her head in shame as she looked down toward the ground and slid her foot along the dirty floor. “It wasn’t because of you two…”

  “I know,” said Jennifer as she reached over Jonathan’s arm and grabbed her drink. “Believe me, I completely understand.”

  She smiled as Alexis walked up behind her and walked toward Jennifer, wrapping her slender arms around her immediately before doing the same with her brother. “Wow, I was not expecting to see the two of you out here.”

  “Yeah, we typically don’t come out to this part of New York,” said Jonathan as he looked out to the bar and motioned for the waitress to come over. “Trisha wanted to come out here to Poole’s and neither Jennifer nor I could come up with a good enough reason to not come out here.”

  “This place is our sanctuary,” said Alexis as she watched the waitress walk over. She turned and smiled at the waitress before giving her a hug and a slight peck on her cheek. “The usual, please.”

  “Same,” said Hannah as she hugged the waitress. She turned back toward the twins to find them looking at her with an awkward gaze. “We’re here way too much. These girls are like our family.”

  Jennifer smiled as she held up her glass, notifying the waitress she wanted another round. “Their first round is on my tab,” she said. “I can at least try and get them drunk tonight.”

  “Oh that’s not necessary,” said Alexis.

  “Yeah, we’re going to get drunk on our own,” quipped Hannah with a coy grin.

  “Please, it’s the least I can do for two old friends,” she continued. “Besides, how long has it been?”

  Jennifer chuckled as she looked over her two friends from high school with Jonathan standing beside her. “How have you been?” asked Hannah as she stood in front of Jonathan and looked him over with starry eyes.

  He replied as he sipped on his drink as he looked at Hannah. “You’ve changed a little bit.” His eyes focused on Hannah’s face, though they continued to wander down toward her feet.

  “I’ve grown up,” she said with a warm smile and a seductive gaze in her eyes. Jonathan was always the boy she wanted but could never get. She tried to seduce him on numerous occasions, but he was always either in a relationship with someone she liked or not in a position to accept her advances. Though tonight, she looked in his eyes and could tell that this was her opportunity. She could scratch an item off of her bucket list with a successful seduction, though she wondered how she would pull off the logistics.

  She bit her bottom lip while Alexis and Jennifer were talking amongst themselves. Noticing the opportunity, she pulled Jonathan out to the dance floor while the rest of the group looked on. The DJ was playing a song with light beat that moved quickly and Hannah immediately got lost in her thoughts. Jonathan was somewhat awkward, not knowing what he should do, but looking down at Hannah’s hips as she brought them back into him and moved her back end against him. She moved with the rhythm as he placed his hands on her hips, doing his best to move with her as he placed himself against her. His arms moved with the beat as her hips grinded against him, feeling the contours of her body mold with his.

  Her hands were above her head and interlocked as she closed her eyes and continued to listen to the music, drowning out all of the thoughts and awkward feelings from earlier with the rest of the group. She enjoyed seeing Jonathan and always had a special feeling about him. In high school, she yearned for this moment and now, as a young adult, she was finally experiencing it. She leaned back further and leaned her neck against his body while bending her elbows and lowering her arms around his neck. She turned her head and breathed on his cheek while he continued to hold onto her hips. He brought his chest closer to her back as he felt the warm air from her mouth touching his skin and sending a shiver down his spine. He was becoming intrigued and aroused by her dancing. The song continued to play in the background as she brought her mouth in closer to his neck and planted a seductive kiss on it, still moving her hips but becoming a lot more seductive and provocative.

  Hannah released her hands and brought them down to her side. She spun around in his arms and placed her chest against his with his hands still resting firmly on her hips. She placed her arms around him and placed her head against his to kiss the side of his neck. Not caring who was looking on or watching, Hannah was taking the opportunity to finally take advantage of an opportunity she dreamt of. Throughout her younger days, she lusted over Jonathan Sansby and she finally had her moment with him. Her teenage years were spent dreaming of this moment and now, she had him within her grasp. He moved his hands up her hips to her waist and slid them around to the small of her back. He pulled her closer to him, pushing her breasts up against his rock hard chest as they swayed to the music. She pulled her head back away from his neck as he turned and plated a light kiss on her lips.

  Alexis looked on as she talked to Jennifer, noticing how the two were kissing on the dance floor and knowing what she had to do. She turned her body toward the table and motioned for the waitress to come over; Jennifer would need shots to accept what was happening. While Jennifer and Hannah never had a bad relationship, they still were not best of friends. She was always weary of her promiscuous nature and Alexis feared that seeing her brother dancing with the girl she perceived as a slut would not end well for anyone.

  “So what’s been going on with you, girl?” asked Jennifer as Alexis looked over at the waitress walking up. “How the hell have you been?”

  Alexis smiled as she whispered the drink order to the waitress before turning toward Jennifer. “Honestly, I’ve been better,” she said earnestly. “I’ve been going through some things recently and I really don’t know what all this life has for me.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked with a concerned glare.

  She leaned forward and moved closer to Jennifer. “I don’t know what I really want in life,” she began. “My boyfriend just left me, and I’m really trying to piece everything together. I don’t know what I really want to get out of this life other than being incredibly successful.”

  “I think I understand,” she replied. “Sometimes getting more out of life requires interacting perfectly with the opposite sex. It’s unfortunate, but, there’s a lot to life with love.”

  Alexis nodded. “I know,” she said with a light shrug. “I think the problem that I faced with Tad was that I pushed him too hard. I wanted him to be something that he wasn’t capable of being. I don’t think I really understood the man he was capable of being and I wanted to push him to be something he couldn’t be.”

  “We do that a lot,” confirmed Jennifer. “We push our lovers to be what we perceive is the best that they can be. Unfortunately, what we think we see and what they actually are can be two completely different things. I know my last relationship was like that. I had this idea that my boyfriend could’ve been amazing, but he and I had two different vantage points of what was amazing.”

  Jennifer nodded as the waitress quickly placed two blue shots in front of the two girls. “I wasn’t expecting this,” she said as the waitress smiled and Alexis looked on with a coy grin.

  “Specialty of the house,” stated Alexis as she grabbed the small shot glass and held it in her hand. “One of these is guaranteed to either put a pep in your step, a slur in your speech, or a foot up your ass.”

  “I prefer the first or the second,” laughed Jennifer as she picked up the shot and looked at Alexis.

  “So what was the difference between you and your ex?” asked Alexis. “What was so different about what the two of you wanted?”

  Jennifer turned up the shot glass with Alexis and winced as it went down her throat, tasting the unique combination
of liquors as they coated her throat. “Oh that’s stout,” she said as her face contorted. “What all is in there?”

  “Whatever the bartender feels like putting in it,” replied Alexis. “Now answer me. What was so different?”

  Jennifer shook her head as she attempted to get the taste out of her mouth. “I wanted him to become a prominent lawyer and progress through the system, eventually making partner at a large firm. He, instead, wanted to study the history of law and become a professor. He didn’t want to leave school whereas, I wanted him to become a powerful lawyer while I worked my way through the political arena.”

  “So it was your ambitions?”

  “That was the main reason we didn’t work,” continued Jennifer. “I tried to convince him that he was on the wrong path and that he was better than what he wanted, but in reality, I was the one who was short sighted. I couldn’t see past what he wanted and instead, pushed him toward what I wanted. It’s why we couldn’t work.”

  Alexis looked over to see Hannah and Jonathan kissing on the dance floor. “That’s going to end well for her,” she thought to herself as she turned and looked back at Jennifer with a smile. “I think that’s a very good reason for why Tad and I didn’t work. I think that, in all reality, we just wanted different things.”

  “That’s usually the fundamental reason for a relationship failing,” said Jennifer as she sipped on her other drink. “I hate it, but, it happens.”

  “Amen,” replied Alexis.

  Hannah continued to grind the front-side of her hips against Jonathan’s, feeling the bulge in his pants against her as the music continued to play in the background. They both moved with the rhythm of the beat as a waitress continued to bring them shots. With each change of the song, a new shot was brought and after four shots, their hands started to roam all over themselves. His hands started to move up the front of her body and stopping on her breasts, feeling the large, perky boobs on his palms as he squeezed them gently.