Big Bad Boss: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Annette Fields

  If only my mind could shut the fuck up.

  Thankfully, work was hectic that day and kept my thoughts from wandering too much. Lots of new shipments came in, along with pallets of empty kegs from our accounts that we had to unload, clean, fill up with beer and get them right back out the door as soon as possible.

  Using the forklift scared me at first but I learned to enjoy it. Fitting pallets of kegs or other supplies on our storage racks was like putting a giant puzzle together.

  Only the puzzle pieces weighed a few thousand pounds and would cost thousands of dollars in damage if I screwed up.

  Logan never showed up as he promised. He was truthful of that at least.

  As I changed out of my work clothes at the end of the day, I realized the only thing keeping me from fully believing was evidence.

  Rock solid evidence.

  Part of my job involved biochemistry, so I felt I had something of a scientific mind. And science worked because of evidence. One thing proving another thing over and over again.

  We did have a few security cameras set up in the brewery, though I had no idea how I'd go about watching them. I didn't even know if they actually recorded or were just dummy cameras.

  It happened in the middle of the work day. Did anyone else see what happened?

  I pondered this some more while I went into the tasting room for my after-shift beer. When I saw Bella behind the bar, I froze.

  Shit.

  I didn't think she worked today. Wednesday was usually her day off.

  "Hey Aubrey, whatcha havin’?" she asked as casually as ever.

  "Uh, oatmeal stout please," I muttered. “Thought you were off today.”

  "I’m covering Devon’s shift. Busy day?" she said as her back turned to pour.

  "Yeah, lots of shipments coming in today." I slid into my usual seat at the bar, realizing I couldn't get out of talking to her that easily. "How've you been?"

  "Alright. Kinda bummed, to be honest." She set my glass down in front of me with a visible frown on her face.

  "Why, what's wrong?"

  "It just sucks to be rejected by a guy, you know?"

  I nearly choked on my beer.

  "Oh, wow. Yeah, that really does suck. What happened?"

  "Well, I've had a thing for this guy who's, like, perfect. Hot, rich, the total package, you know?"

  "Mm-hmm." I raised my eyebrows with interest, pretending I had no idea who he could be.

  "Like, seriously! We'd be the perfect power couple like Kim and Kanye, have beautiful babies and I could be set forever. Like, I'd never have to work another day in my life! Gosh, can you imagine?"

  "Right."

  I didn't give into the temptation to roll my eyes. If I never worked another day in my life, I'd probably still make beer just to cure the boredom. Sitting still for too long or not having a project to work on was torturous to me.

  "So anyway we've been admiring each other from afar and all that. I think he's kinda shy because he's never made an actual move on me, you know? So I finally made a move on him yesterday and he totally turned me down!"

  I blinked, only slightly impressed with the alterations to her story. But I was more in awe of the fact that my evidence presented itself right to me.

  Like a light switch, my giddiness returned.

  Okay, universe. I get it. I shall not doubt Logan.

  I bit my lip to keep my smile at bay while Bella whined at me like a sad puppy. Although I figured she'd find out why her "perfect match" rejected her eventually.

  "Can you believe it? I mean, he turned down this! Me!" she gestured to herself with a bewildered look on her face and I swallowed more of my drink to keep from laughing.

  "Damn, I'm sorry. What did he say?" I couldn't help but ask.

  She sighed. "He said he's interested in someone else but I'm a great girl and beautiful and in another life, blah blah blah." She looked away and her mouth twitched as she spoke. I'd bet money she was lying about that last part and what Logan said about nearly firing her was the truth.

  "I'm sorry, Bel. But you know, plenty of fish in the sea and all that."

  That's what I said out loud. But on the inside I said, Haha bitch, he's my man! He wants me, not you! Plus he's actually smart and caring and his dick is huge, not that you would ever know!

  "It's just no one has ever rejected me before," she pouted. "No one has picked someone else over me. I mean, I'm always the better choice. Like, obviously."

  "Are you going to keep trying to go after him?" My grip tightened on my glass.

  "I dunno," she sighed. "Not like he works here, he might know Marty or something, but he alluded to having power over my job if I meddled with his relationship."

  "Hmm, that's tough," I said as I drained my glass.

  You are a terrible liar, Bella.

  "Well, I'm heading off." I slid out of my seat. "Have a good night, Bel. And don't worry. One day you'll find someone who deserves you."

  "Thanks, Aubrey." She smiled, the irony of my words lost in her little brain. "Goodnight!"

  I practically skipped all the way home with my phone out, wondering if asking Logan if I could spend the night at his place would be too bold. If I did ask, I'd have to freshen up. Maybe even put on a bit of makeup.

  I didn't notice the bouquet of flowers in my front window until I jiggled my key in the lock and opened my door. The first thing I noticed was my apartment smelled wonderful.

  Then I realized my door could only open so far because every square inch of my living room and kitchen was covered in flowers.

  Fresh cut flowers of every type and color imaginable filled my vision with beauty.

  I covered my mouth with my hand as I spun around in a slow, dazed circle, taking in every bright pop of color.

  Flowers covering my floor. Flowers covering my coffee table, dining table, and every square inch of the countertop.

  My eyes watered. I secretly wished since I was a teenager that someone would give me flowers. No boyfriend ever bothered to do it. They assumed I didn’t care for romance since I liked beer and wasn’t a typical girly girl.

  The bouquet in the front window, a gorgeous arrangement of unique blooms like passion flowers and hibiscus, held a card which I picked up and unfolded with trembling fingers. It read:

  A,

  I hope you never doubt how I feel about you.

  -L

  “I still don’t know what your feelings are,” I said aloud to the flowers surrounding me, but couldn’t help smiling.

  Even if I didn’t know what his exact feelings were, I didn’t know mine either. But he picked me over her. And we would learn and explore our feelings just like how we explored our bodies.

  Unable to erase the grin on my face, I tapped Logan’s phone number and listened to the ringing, eager for his voice in my ear.

  CHAPTER 18

  LOGAN

  "I take it you've made your decision?"

  "First off, thank you for the flowers." I could hear the smile in her voice. "You didn't have to go all out like this."

  "I know."

  I didn't have to do anything. What I told her was one-hundred percent true. But Aubrey was worth a little extra effort.

  "Bella also confirmed that she doesn't know how to deal with her perfect man rejecting her and is completely flabbergasted."

  I laughed. I didn't feel an ounce of sympathy for Bella.

  "So this means you believe me?"

  "I do." The softness in her voice came through over the tiny cell phone speaker and I wanted nothing more than to run over there and kiss that beautiful mouth again.

  "And I'm sorry for doubting you."

  "Don't be. Honestly, I’m glad you reacted the way you did."

  I meant it. Desperation was my main turn-off in women, and I loved that Aubrey had enough self-respect to cut things off when she saw what looked like me being a dog and going behind her back.

  So many women told me I could fuck anyone or even abuse them and they wo
uld just look the other way. They were that desperate to get to my money. Nothing else made my dick softer.

  "But how are you going to make this up to me?" I asked jokingly.

  "Hmm, I can think of a few ways," she replied in a sultry voice.

  Fuck. My cock hardened instantly at the thought of her pretty lips wrapped around it.

  I wanted to barge through her front door right then and there, but patience would make it even more worth it.

  "You can show you me your sexy French accent prowess at this beer dinner on Saturday," I suggested.

  "Oh, Marty told you about that?"

  "Yeah, he suggested I go with you to reveal the new face of the company and be among my people." I dripped obvious sarcasm at the end of my sentence.

  Aubrey giggled. "I can't exactly see you drinking with your pinky up, so I don't know how well you'd fit in."

  "Glad you can see the caveman under the suit. I'll let you're pretty mouth do all the talking."

  "Well, I saw something nice under the suit..."

  Fuck. Me.

  "Babe, you are too fucking hot," I groaned into the phone as I adjusted my rising cock in my pants.

  "You are," she shot back and giggled. Too fucking adorable too.

  "I'll let you go for the night or else I'll have to come over and spank you."

  "What if I want to be spanked?"

  "Then I'm gonna punish you by making you wait."

  She whined and begged over the phone until I nearly had my cock all the way out in my hand, ready to stroke madly.

  "Saturday. Get ready for a fairy tale evening, babe. And no touching yourself until then. Be a good girl and make your pussy wait for me."

  "Yes, boss," she purred and I nearly came all over my desk right then.

  I hung up the phone and finished myself off in the shower. Leaning against the sleek stone-tiled wall as the come dripped off the end of my cock, I wondered if this wait would be more torturous for me or her.

  Saturday could not come soon enough.

  ***

  In the days leading up to Saturday, I made sure to let everyone, Aubrey included, know that she was mine.

  I did this subtly of course, not that I was worried about any other men having a chance with her. Still, only insecure men beat their chests and start fights as a display of their dominance.

  Aubrey and I ate together during her lunch breaks. I cupped that sweet little dip in her lower back as we kissed hello and goodbye. We had beers in the tasting room after her shifts before I took her home.

  Try as she might, Bella did a horrible job of concealing her surprise at seeing me and Aubrey together. It only made Aubrey more bold and coquettish, which drove me absolutely wild. She’d stroke my bulge outside of my pants with tantalizingly soft strokes until I was hard as a rock.

  When I took her home she asked me to come inside, begging and practically pulling me in. It was the hardest thing on earth saying no, but I held strong, reminding her to do as I commanded. She squirmed and whined and pouted, which only made me want her writhing on my cock more.

  I’m not sure why I made both of us wait. At any point, I could have said fuck it and had her on the other side of her front door. The tension built up until the air nearly crackled with the chemistry between us.

  The longer we talked about everything under the sun and greeted each other with kisses, the more I missed her when at my office and not at the brewery. Not just her curves, her tight pussy, and her wonderful little moans. But her.

  I missed her laugh and the fire in her eyes when she delivered a snappy comeback. I missed her smile and the way she chewed her lip when she was deep in thought.

  I realized I was truly falling for this girl.

  By the time I pulled up to her apartment on Saturday night, I felt almost as nervous as the shy kid taking his dream girl to prom. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. Women weren’t supposed to make me nervous anymore.

  But Aubrey didn’t just do that. She knocked me off my fucking feet.

  When she opened her door, my heart nearly stopped and my dick rose to give a standing ovation.

  She wore a charcoal grey dress that nipped in at her waist and flared out at her hips, accentuating her already dangerous curves. It contrasted softly with her skin, making her look like a precious, porcelain doll.

  Her eyes were framed by dark mascara and smoky grey eyeshadow. Those green eyes popped out like a seductive demoness hiding in the shadows. She wore a simple pink lip color that softened the overall look and made me thirsty for a kiss.

  "Holy shit," I said by way of greeting.

  "I look that bad, huh?" she said with a wry smirk as she turned to lock the door.

  "The complete opposite. You're a knockout."

  I snaked my hand around her waist to the small of her back and took the kiss I'd been aching for all day. She tasted warm and sweet like passionfruit.

  "You're looking handsome." Her eyes panned over me to appreciate my navy Brioni suit.

  "I always look handsome," I replied, stealing another kiss before opening the passenger door for her.

  "So modest, too," she teased, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she stepped inside.

  Fuck. My dick throbbed with a vigor that I hadn't felt since I had her in the tasting room. There was no way I'd be able to keep my hands off her until we got home. Not a fucking chance. The time to be a gentleman was over.

  The moment we took off, I placed my hand on the smooth skin of her thigh just above her knee. Her skin flushed with heat as my fingers trailed along the edge of her skirt, barely going underneath the hem.

  "Don't tell me we have to do any actual work at this dinner," I said.

  "You should probably introduce yourself as the new owner. I'm just going to talk about each beer with the courses and that's it, really."

  "Do we have to go at all?"

  My hand slid two inches higher up her leg. She squirmed just a little beneath my touch and I knew she was already soaking wet.

  "You promised me a date," she said, trying to keep her face neutral. "I'm holding you to it."

  I slid my fingers inward toward her dripping wet core but stayed just out of reach, and her breath hitched in her chest. Her lips parted with the same thirst that ravaged through me.

  "Maybe we can skip out early though," she said, barely above a whisper.

  "That's a compromise I can get behind," I replied.

  The restaurant was nothing but a blur of barnyard chic decor, wine aromas, and raucous laughter of Napa's elite class. All these restaurants tried to stand out and be unique but they were really all the same.

  Only Aubrey remained in my focus.

  I don't even remember what I said when the dinner began. Really, it was just a bunch of corporate buzzwords that these people loved to hear. I was just eager to sit down and adjust my hard-on again.

  Everyone loved Aubrey, as I knew they would. She stood and spoke clearly and passionately about the beers with all eyes focused raptly on her. After sitting back down after each course, she barely got a bite of food to her mouth before some wine snob came up to pepper her with more questions about her projects and techniques.

  For once, I was content to sit in the background and let her outshine me. These drinks were her passion and she was finally getting the recognition she deserved.

  “Did you hear that? They want me to brew them a private reserve ale with their own barrels!” she beamed excitedly.

  “Congratulations, babe. Everyone in this room is in love with you,” I said before my brain could filter my words.

  “Well, only one person can have this,” she replied while turning a deep shade of red. Apparently, the alcohol wasn’t just loosening my tongue.

  My hand found the warm, supple skin of her thigh under the table as I turned to face her. I couldn’t kiss her here but we looked at each other as if we were the only two people in the room.

  Gliding my fingers toward her core, my breath felt stolen from my lung
s as I came into contact with the slick, hot skin of her pussy.

  Her expression turned unashamedly sultry as my brain and cock made the connection. Those seductive green eyes dared me to go further as she took her bottom lip in her teeth.

  She didn’t wear any panties.

  “Aren’t you a bad girl,” I said in a low whisper as I caressed her lips, teasing her entrance with my fingers. “Do you want to come right here in front of everyone?”

  Her eyes widened in shock as my thumb brushed against her swollen clit.

  I smiled.

  She didn’t expect me to take it that far.

  “I just wanted to surprise you. For tonight,” she whispered hurriedly.

  “Too bad, babe. You know how much I love turning the tables.”

  I slid my first two fingers into her tight core and pressed my thumb more firmly against her clit. Her hips jerked and shifted as she tried to keep her composure together. She snapped her legs closed and it made her feel even tighter. I chuckled as I spread my fingers inside her, knowing she felt it even more intensely.

  “Please, Logan. Not here,” she pleaded.

  I ignored her, taking a casual sip of wine with my other hand as I circled my thumb with more pressure on her desperate clit.

  God, she was unbearably hot as she tried to hide how much her body responded to my touch. Her nipples made stiff buds under the fabric of her dress. Her skin flushed and her breath grew ragged as she tried to sit normally and smile like she wasn’t about to climax any minute from my hand sunk deep in her pussy.

  Just as I felt the first tremors start to clench around my fingers, I withdrew my hand from her hot, slick core.

  “I hate you,” she said through gritted teeth, her eyes dilated and her ample chest heaving with effort.

  “Bad girls don’t get to come,” I said nonchalantly as I openly licked the pussy juice from my fingers. Inwardly, I couldn’t be more pleased that she was daring enough to not wear panties out in public. In a dress, no less.

  “Ready to get out of here?” I asked.

  She nodded desperately, waiting to hear those words all night as eagerly as I was to say them.