Page 8 of My Grumpy Boss
“You have to eat,” he growls.
Following him into his office, I sit on the couch tucked against the far wall. I expect Hudson to join me, but he paces instead.
I unbox the food, licking my lips as I open the fettuccine alfredo and grab a fork.
“Why are you so worried about me eating?” I ask, digging in.
Hudson doesn’t answer. Instead, he rakes his fingers through his hair, turns at his desk, and paces toward me. His eyes land on my exposed thighs. I shift uncomfortably, tugging at the hem of my dress down, which only reveals more of my chest.
Hudson’s eyes track the movement, the blue depths darkening as they bounce between my thighs and my boobs.
“Uh, Boss Man?”
He blinks, dragging his gaze from my thighs to meet mine.
“You can’t wear that dress to work again. Fuck, you can’t wear it anywhere again.”
“Are you policing employees’ clothing now?” I snap.
He steps closer, his gaze dark and murderous.
“Just yours, Hazel, since apparently you don’t understand what appropriate office attire is.”
Oh, I’m pissed now.
I leap to my feet and shove his chest, but he doesn’t budge. I growl and step onto the coffee table to get around him, but he grabs me, his thick arm banding around my middle and holding me against him.
“Let me go!” I shout, kicking him in the shin.
“Are you trying to hurt yourself?” he snarls against my ear.
I squirm in his arms. “No! I’m trying to get away from you!”
His grip tightens, and I feel something pressing against my butt. It takes me a second to realize it’s his...
Oh my god. My boss is hard. For me!
Could Hudson Cole want me too?
Wait until I tell Scout about this.
I freeze and peek over my shoulder at him. We’re both breathing hard.
What do I say? What do I do?
Hudson’s fingers flex on my hips, and I bite back a moan. I never thought anything like this would happen, and I have no idea how to handle it.
“Sit down and eat,” he orders, though his voice is oddly gentle.
He releases me, and I take a shaky step away from him. When I turn to look at him, he’s breathing hard, his hands fistedat his sides as if he’s afraid he might reach for me again at any second.
My core clenches at the thought of being back in his arms.
I clear my throat, looking away from him. This is crazy. This morning has been crazy. I just need to make it through the rest of the afternoon without doing anything insane like throwing myself at my boss. Then I can forget that today ever happened.
Yeah, right. I’m going to replay having his hands on me for the rest of my life.
I sit and start to eat.
