I Won’t Be In On Monday (The Annoying Hot Bosses Club #3)

Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

J uniper

My heart feels like it's soaring, and for a few minutes, I don't know if I am the luckiest woman in the world or the craziest. Remington takes my hand as we make our way to the elevator. We stop and wait for it to arrive, and I can feel my heart racing as I look at him. "So, are you good with Chinese food?" he asks softly as he looks at me. His dark eyes are intense and full of sexual promise.

I lick my lips and nod. "That sounds good." I can still feel his lips on mine, his hands on my skin, his thumb on my nipple teasing me. I can still feel his hardness pressed against my stomach. I want him, and I know that if he were to ask me if I wanted him to be my first, if he were to promise to make it special, I wouldn't deny him because, even though he doesn't love me, I'm very much falling for him. The ding of the elevator alerts us to the fact that it's time to go down. I let go of his hand as we step inside, and he presses the button to take us to the ground floor. He gives me a secret smile as we stand there. I feel his finger on the tip of my nose, once again trailing across my neck.

“You’re so beautiful, Juniper,” he says as he stares at me. I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose again and run my fingers through my hair. I smile widely at him. I don’t even care if he’s lying because in this moment, he makes me feel beautiful.

"I have a secret," I say as the elevator moves down.

"What's your secret? Wait, don't tell me you're a princess."

"No, I'm not a princess. I wish."

"Do you?" he asks. "If you could be a princess, would you want to be one?"

"I don't know." I shrug. "I guess I've never really thought about it."

"Would you want to marry a prince?"

"No," I say. Inside, I'm shouting that the only person I would ever want to marry is him, but I know better than to say that out loud. I don't want to freak him out. Especially not now that we've crossed the line from just employee-employer to something more.

"So, what's your favorite Chinese food?" he says as the elevator beeps and alerts us to the fact that we're on the lobby level. He stands back and lets me walk out first. I love that he's a gentleman.

"I'm kind of basic. I like sweet and sour pork and chicken fried rice. What about you?" I say with a little bit of a giggle.

"I'm kind of basic, as well, I guess. I like Mongolian beef and vegetable lo mein." He grins. “But hey, we can be basic together, right?”

“I don’t think anything about you is basic, Remington Parker."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"I don't know. Because you just make me feel like there is a lot more going on in that brain of yours." He grins for a second and starts chuckling. "What's so funny?"

"I thought you were going to say something else."

"What did you think I was going to say?"

"Well, you started with the words you make me feel ." He winks at me. "And my mind kind of went somewhere else."

"Where did it go?"

"Directly to the gutter." He grabs my hand and squeezes. "But I am sure you would've figured that out."

"To the gutter, huh? How far into the gutter?"

"Let's just say it went pretty far."

We step out into the brisk New York air, and he gazes at me before looking left and right. "You want to walk or get a cab?"

“I'm okay with walking," I say, nodding. "Do you know where we're going?"

"I know a little place not far from here," he says. "I think you'll like it."

"Ooh, you do, do you?"

"Yeah." He grins. "I do. So, I want to apologize," he says. "It wasn't very..."

"Don't," I say, shaking my head. "You don't have to worry that you've stepped over a line." I start laughing. "I mean, you've stepped over several lines now. So if I was going to be upset, I'd already be in HR's office."

He shudders. "I am really messing this up, aren't I?"

"No, you're not messing it up because I think I kind of like it."

"You do, do you?"

"I do. In fact…" I stare deeply into his eyes. "I think I may take you up on your challenge."

"Oh?" I see him stop. "You're not joking with me, are you?"

"I don't know," I say quickly, wondering if I've made a mistake. "I mean, we do have to have some ground rules, though.”

“What are the ground rules?”

“We cannot have sex,” I say quickly. “I do want my first time to be special.”

He nods solemnly. "And I want your first time to be special, as well. I mean, I guess I'll be taking your tongue virginity."

"Sorry, what?" I make a face of him. "What does that mean?"

"I mean, there's dick virginity, and there's tongue virginity, and I guess there's finger virginity, as well."

"What are you talking about?"

He grins. "Well, when a man inserts two fingers inside of a woman"—he leans forward and kisses me—"that's finger virginity." He sucks on his fingers. “We’ve already enjoyed that fun.”

"Yeah. Okay." I blush.

"Then when a man inserts his tongue inside of her, that's tongue virginity."

"Oh, okay. I get it."

"Has a man ever gone down on you before?"

I lick my lips nervously. "I mean, no, not really."

He grins. "So, you're okay with me taking that?"

"Are you saying you want to go down on me?"

"I'm saying that I want to do absolutely everything that I can with you, Juniper, but I also want to be respectful. Fuck, you don't know how hard I am right now."

"I think I can guess," I say as I slip my hand down the front of his pants and squeeze. I swallow hard as I feel how thick and wide his cock is.

He groans. "If you continue to touch me like that, I don't think we're going to make it to the restaurant."

"Oh, then where would we make it to?"

"My place," he says. "And barely inside before I pull down..." He pauses. "Oh, shit. I just remembered."

"Yep. You have your daughter and Lila and Skye there, so I don't think we're going to rush back to your place and do anything unless you want to traumatize all of them."

"We could go back to your place," he says, eyes searching mine.

"We'll see. Depends on how good the dinner is."

"Okay," he says, nodding. "I see how it is."

"What? A girl's hungry, and you made me go to work for nothing."

"Well, you didn't actually technically do any work." He laughs.

"I mean, I came into the office."

"True. I'll make sure you get an extra $5,000 bonus in your next paycheck for that."

"No," I say, swatting him on the shoulder. "I'm not going to ask for $5,000 just for coming in on a Friday evening."

"And that's why you're getting it. You didn't ask, but I want to give it."

“But I didn't even do any work. I..."

"I ruined your date," he says softly, and I made you come into work under false pretenses. Let me give you this $5,000 bonus, unless you don't need it, of course."

"You know how much money I make. $5,000 would definitely be helpful.” I grin. “Okay. I mean, if you want to give that to me."

"I want to give you so much more," he says in a deep voice, and I burst out laughing.

“Was that meant to be sexy, Remington?"

"I mean, I was hoping you would find me sexy, but maybe you don't."

"Or maybe I do." I reach up and touch the side of his face. "You're really handsome, but I guess you know that. I'm sure all the women tell you that."

"I mean, a couple have told me that I'm the most devastatingly gorgeous man they've ever seen." He grins. "But what's one more woman?"

"You're too much," I say, slapping him on the arm again.

"Hey, I might like that a little too much," he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me into him. "In fact, I like it a lot when you touch me."

"Remington, I don't know what to say to that."

"Just say that you'll keep doing it."

"Whatever."

I grin as we stop outside a restaurant called China Bistro. "You are basic, aren't you?"

"What?" he says.

"Even the restaurant name is pretty basic."

He grins. "Sometimes the more basic it is, the better." We walk inside, and immediately, an older Asian woman comes rushing forward.

"Ah, Mr. Parker. So good to see you."

"So good to see you as well, June. This is my assistant, Juniper.”

My heart drops slightly at his words, but I reason to myself that it’s not like he’s going to call me his girlfriend or even his friend. I am first and foremost his assistant. “Oh, nice to meet you,” she says. “You like Chinese food, as well?"

"Love it." I look over at Remington. "You must come here a lot if she knows your name."

"Maybe I come here a couple of times a week." He grins. "Well, not recently, but I used to when I first started. Now I come maybe once every other week."

"Wow, and you only get Mongolian beef?"

"No, I get other stuff."

"Is this where you bring all your dates?" I hope the jealousy in my voice is not showing.

"No, I have never brought a date here." He pauses and looks over at me. "Unless you count tonight."

My breath catches in my throat. Is he saying what I think he is saying? "Is this a date?" I ask him, my words sounding choppy.

"I don't know." He shrugs. “Is it?”

“No,” I say quickly. “It’s just two coworkers having dinner and then ...”

“And then going back to one of their places to have oral sex,” he says, raising a single eyebrow and leaning forward.

“I didn’t say that we were going to go back to my place, and I didn't say that..."

"You're the one who said you wanted to issue me the challenge, and I figured it would be back at your place. I mean, I could get down on my knees under this table right now, pull those pants and panties down, and stick my nose right up in your pussy and eat you out like you've never been eaten before. Quite literally." He grins. "Or we could wait until we got to the comfort of your own home so that your screams and moans weren't witnessed by"—he looks around the busy restaurant—"fifty other people in New York, but that's up to you. What do you prefer?"

"There's no way that you would go down on me right here, right now," I stare at him. "You are a top attorney in the city. You're not going to do that."

"You don't think I would?" He chuckles. "Thank you, June," he says as she brings two glasses of water and two menus to the table.

"You're welcome. I'll be back in a couple of minutes to take your order."

"Sounds great." He looks over at me. "Are you issuing me another challenge?"

"No. I'm not issuing you another challenge, but I know you, Remington. There's no way you're going to do that. You are kind of stiff."

"I should be offended by that," he says, sitting back. "What does that mean?"

"I mean, you're the sort of guy who takes propriety very seriously. You are not about to..."

I watch as he drops his napkin on the floor. "Oops," he says as he bends down to pick it up. He sits back up straight. "What were you saying?"

"I was just saying that you're not going to go under the table and go down on me."

"You know many things don't you, Juniper Hardman?"

"Yes, I do. I know that two plus two is four. I know that the colors of the rainbow are ROY G. BIV. I know that the first two elements of the periodic table are hydrogen and helium."

"Enough," he says. “We’re not in class, and I'm not Canyon.”

"What does Canyon have to do with this?"

"She'd appreciate you being a teacher. I only appreciate you being a teacher in bed."

“What does that mean?"

"It means I like to role play, and I'd love to be..." He pauses. "Maybe I should back up. I don't want to make myself any harder than I already am."

"Exactly," I say. "You do not want to do that because who knows when you'll next be able to relieve yourself."

He stares at me for a couple of seconds and grabs my hand. "You're telling me if I asked you to go with me to the restroom right now, get on your knees and give me a blowjob, you wouldn't?"

"No, I would not," I say. "Definitely not."

"What? Even if I begged you?"

"I don't care if you begged me in a million different languages, Remington. There's no way I would go with you to the bathroom right now and give you a blowjob."

He grins. "What if I challenge you?"

"What do you mean, if you challenge me? I'm not accepting the challenge."

“What if I said I would give you a hundred bucks?"

I burst out laughing then. "I might be broke, but I'm not going to give you a blowjob for a hundred bucks."

"A thousand?" he says.

"Nope."

"10,000?"

"No."

“What if I offered you a million dollars for a blowjob in the bathroom?"

"Then I'd call you foolish and tell you that you're going to be broker than broke very quickly because I'd be willing to give you a blowjob for free in the comfort of your own home."

He gasps as his eyes widen. "Are you serious?"

"I mean, if you're going to go down on me, I don't mind going down on you," I say, licking my lips, my heart thudding. My panties are wetter than they've ever been, and I don't know what's come over me.

"So, you’re saying that we should forget the food, go to your place, and do some sixty-nine?" He winks at me.

"I already told you that I need to eat first. I'll decide if I'm ready for sixty-nine after I see if you're any good with that tongue."

"You still don't believe me, huh?"

"I need to see it to believe it." I grin at him.

"Okay. One second."

"One second what?"

Before I know what's happening, he's crawled under the table. He's such a joker , I think to myself, giggling, but then I feel his hands on my sweatpants. I look around and lift up the tablecloth. "Get out from under the table, Remington," I hiss at him.

He winks at me. "But I think you said I wouldn't."

"Remington." I quickly drop the tablecloth as June comes back.

"Oh, where did he go?" She looks around.

"I think he went to the restroom," I say quickly.

She smiles and nods. "Okay, I'll be back in five minutes."

"Sounds good." I shift on the chair as I feel his fingers on my sweatpants, pulling them down. I can feel that my panties are going down, as well, and I gasp. Oh my God, what is he doing? I look at the table to my left and to my right, and thankfully, they're not paying any attention to me. I'm about to lift the tablecloth again when I feel something warm between my legs, spreading them apart.

Oh my gosh , I think. Soon, I realize that it's not his tongue but his fingers. He's grabbing me now, trying to push me further down the chair, but I grab the side so that I don't move. He rubs gently between my legs, and I moan lightly, and then because I know that Remington has a point to prove, I kick him lightly. I hear a thud as his head hits the top of the table, and I grin. I kick him one more time and hear a loud groan.

I lift the tablecloth. "Get out from under there right now.” I stare at him. He just grins at me, but thankfully, he gets back from up under the table and takes a seat. I shift quickly and pull up my sweatpants and panties and hope no one has noticed. “What the hell do you think you were doing?” I say.

“I was trying to go down on you and give you the orgasm of your life, but you didn’t let me.”

“Remington, we’re in a public place.”

“And?" he says.

"You can't."

"I think I'm not the one who cares about propriety, Juniper. I think it's you."

"I just don't even know what to say right now. You're crazy."

"Crazy about wanting to please you maybe." He winks at me. "Seriously, though. I want to be able to look into your eyes when you scream my name.”

I swallow hard. "Well, you might be looking into my eyes for a long time because I very much doubt I'll be screaming your name."

"Oh, you want to bet?" he asks.

"Bet what?"

"You want to bet that I'll have you screaming my name?"

"I will not be screaming your name. Trust me."

"Okay," he says, leaning back and sipping his water. "Let's see."

"We can see whatever you want, but I can guarantee you that that is just not going to happen."

"Okay." He leans forward. "I want to bet you one hundred dollars that within twenty-four hours I will have you screaming and begging me to take you."

I stare at him for a couple of seconds. "That is definitely not going to happen."

He smirks then and runs his fingers through his thick, silky hair. I watch his handsome face as he studies me. "I'm just telling you right now, Juniper Hardman, that you made me do it."

"I made you do what?"

"You'll see," he says. "But when you issue a challenge like that to me, I can't back down. I'm a virile man, and I know what I want, and I want you. And darling, I know that you want me."

"I already told you that you can go down on me. Just don't expect any theatrics."

He starts chuckling then. "Oh, trust me, darling. You're going to think you're Meryl Streep by the time the night is over."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, you're going to be screaming and shouting all night long. You're going to be begging me to do things you've never even heard of."

I stare at him for a couple of seconds. "Okay, you're on. One hundred bucks, Mr. Parker. Let's see who the big winner of the night will be."