Page 69 of The Boss and the Wedding Mess

It’s a pity that what happened with London was just a one-time thing. I’d very much like a repeat.

I grab my phone and try to reach my housekeeper. It’s 9:37. In twenty-three minutes, she should be at my door. In the meantime, I settle in with my laptop in the living room to get some work done. A few messages from employees are waiting. By now, they’ve all confirmed—they’re ready to relocate here. It’ll be an expensive move, but worthwhile for all of them. I’ll make sure of it. Even the one whose wife was desperate to stay in the U.S. has agreed.

At 10:21, the doorbell rings. I smile. So, she did come after all. Maybe her phone broke down, or there’s some other reason my messages didn’t get through. There’ll surely be a good excuse.

I open the door—only to my surprise, I find London standing there instead of my housekeeper.

“Give me your phone right now!” she snaps, I look past her while she thrusts out her hand in demand.

“You’re not my housekeeper,” I say, eyeing her skeptically.

“I want your phone!”

“To delete the photo?” I ask with a broad grin. She flushes instantly, then pushes me back into the house. “Is that why you’re here?” Her demeanor amuses me.

“What if someone else sees it?”

“Who would I send it to?” I counter, shutting the front door again.

“Your friends. Marc or Stephanie.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

“Delete it!” she demands, vehemently.

“Or else what?”

She falters for a moment.

“Or else what, London?” I taunt, as she glares at me. “You drove all the way here just to ask me to delete a picture?”

I circle around her, and the goosebumps rising on her arms are impossible to miss. Stopping behind her, I rest a hand against her stomach and press my lips to her neck. With her hair pulled back in a ponytail, there’s nothing blocking me.

“I think you’re here because you want me to take another picture of you. You, naked in my bed. How does that sound, hm?”

“That’s not why I came here. That was a one-time thing.”

“I see. As you wish,” I murmur with a soft laugh, letting go of her and strolling down the hallway.

“Hey, stop!" she demands, but I don't even think about doing that.

London trails me into the living room, where I drop into the armchair and look at her expectantly.

And now, princess? What’s your next move?

I think I'm starting to enjoy teasing her. Still, I can’t read her. Did she sleep with me just to soften me up—or is there real desire behind it?

Chapter 21

London

This guy!

"I'm calling your mother," I threaten, which only makes Alex laugh. "She's on my side."

"You want to tell her we had sex, and I took a picture of you? I’d love to witness that conversation." He leans back comfortably, beckoning me with his dominant hand. "Go ahead."

"Don’t be so sure I won’t." I raise my brows, to threaten him. But unlike me, he’s completely calm. I already fear this is a battle I can’t win. "I’ll do it!" I insist, and frantically dig out my phone, asif I’m about to call. Alexander doesn’t even blink. "Just give me your phone so I can delete the picture!"