Page 155 of Boss of Me

“Am I?” Her lips spread slowly in a vicious smile. “I can still feel his big cock in my mouth, and I’ll never forget how good his cum tastes.”

I suck in a breath, my heart plummeting right along with my stomach.

A flash of satisfaction lights her eyes.

I look across the room at Gunner, who’s now talking to Gianna’s father. Catching my gaze, he frowns and glances at Brynn. His eyes narrow as recognition darkens his face.

Brynn lets out a low, nasty chuckle. “That’s the look of a man who knows he’s busted.”

With a calm I’m nowhere near feeling, I say to her, “You and Gunner are both adults. Why should I care what did or didn’t happen between you before I met him?”

“You shouldn’t.” She pauses for maximum effect. “Unless he told you that you’re the first employee he’s ever crossed the line with.”

My head is reeling and my heart is splintering. But I refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing me crumble, so I look her in the eye and say coolly, “I’m sorry your job performance wasn’t up to Gunner’s standards. Hopefully you’ll have better luck with this gig, though I gotta tell you, your hospitality skills suck. You might want to work on that.”

Her lips thin.

Before she can spew another word, I turn and walk away from her.

Gunner is striding purposefully toward me. There’s a stony, furious glint in his eyes and his mouth is set in a hard line.

I don’t want to get in a fight or cause a scene. I just want to leave.

“What’s wrong?” he growls when he reaches me.

“I don’t feel well,” I mumble. “I’m leaving, but you can stay. I’ll call an Uber?—”

“Like hell you will.” He cups my elbow and steers me through the crowd toward the exit.

We don’t exchange another word until we’re settled in the backseat of the car with the privacy glass raised.

“What did Brynn say to you?” Gunner demands.

“It doesn’t matter,” I whisper tightly.

“Clearly it does. You’re white as a fucking ghost. Tell me what she said.”

I just shake my head, staring blindly out the window. I’m remembering the time I asked him about his previous housekeeper. He got so angry and defensive that I felt guilty for even bringing her up. He told me he’d never mixed business with pleasure before. He told me I was the first, and I believed him.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I’m such a damn idiot.

“I don’t know what she said to upset you,” Gunner grinds out, “but she’s a manipulative liar?—”

I whip my head around. “Was she lying about you fucking her?”

“YES!” he booms.

“You never had sex with her?”

“Hell no!”

“What about her giving you a blowjob?”

Something like guilt flashes in his eyes before they harden again. “It’s not what you think.”

“Oh, please! She had your dick in her mouth. It’sexactlywhat I think.”

“No, it’s not,” he snarls. “If you’d shut up and let me explain?—”