I Do The Boss: Billionaire Romance (Managing the Bosses Book 5) Read Free Page B

"What's going on? Don't think I don't know you well enough to know something is happening in that brilliant head of yours."
    "Nothing, baby. I promise." She slid her hands up his strong chest. "I'm just ready to get the day started. I have a million things I want to get done."
    "And you will get them done. I have to work late tonight. Just stay up here with me." He brushed his hands over the top of her rear. "We can mess around a little later after everyone leaves. I love having you in my office. It gives me something to daydream about every time I walk in here." He smirked.
    "As lovely as that sounds, you know I'm trying to stick to a workout schedule. I want to get down about ten more pounds before we get married. Speaking of, we need to set a date." She wrapped her arms around his neck and locked eyes with him, loving how impossibly handsome he was. Breathtaking was more the word.
    "You don't need to lose any weight. You look incredible. It's only my opinion that should matter, right?" He leaned down and nipped at her lips. "You're already smoking hot, Jamie. Stop worrying about your looks. I adore the way you look only slightly less than how much I enjoy how you feel."
    She closed her eyes and lifted up on her toes, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was soft, loving, until his fingers slipped into her hair and he beckoned her to open her mouth to him. She tilted her head slightly and groaned as his tongue slid deep into her mouth, probing and exploring her in a way that left her panting for more.
    "Stop worrying about all of this stuff. You're perfect, baby. I've told you that a million times." He nipped at her lips again and moved back, working to hide his erection.
    "Okay. I am honestly excited for you to tell the world about us. I just wish I was showier." She shrugged and pulled from his hold before walking to the door.
    "Showy? What does that even mean?" He turned, and she paused by the door, looking back.
    "You know. Beautiful and model-like. These people are going to fall out of their chairs when they realize that you're a prince, marrying a common housewife." She shrugged and ignored the need to cry. She wasn't juvenile and she knew it. The problem was pushing her feelings aside as if his words were enough. "I'll check in later."
    "Jamie. That's ridiculous. Get over here." He walked toward her, but she pulled the door open and forced herself to clear it up.
    "Mr. Tanger, you're up next." She opened the door and ignored Alex as he stopped beside her.
    "This conversation isn't over," he whispered through clenched teeth.
    Jamie bit back the need to respond and closed the door behind the two men. She started to walk over to Kristen's desk in the far corner to lament over having to be the soon-to-be-Mrs. Reid, but stopped in her tracks.
    Paul was leaning over her desk, laughing softly. The look on Kristen's pretty face said that she was enjoying his attention a little more than maybe was appropriate for the office.
    Weren't she and Mark starting to talk about dating?
    "Just come out for one drink. We'll have a good time. I promise." Paul moved back and slipped his hands into his pockets, smiling like a tomcat.
    "I don't know. I really don't like the idea of dating anyone at work. It's kind of a policy I keep." Kristen stood up and shrugged.
    Jamie turned and barreled into Mark, not seeing him there.
    His strong hands gripped her shoulders. "Whoa. Watch it there, bulldozer." He smiled and released her before turning and glancing over at Paul and Kristen. His watched them for a minute before turning back to Jamie. "What's up with them?"
    "No clue. Come on. Walk with me down to my office." She slipped her arm into his and turned, walking them down the hall. "Are you still trying to see her?"
    "I was, kind of, I guess." He walked into her office and dropped down in the chair nearest the door. "I swear women are the biggest mystery in the universe. I'm glad I'm not married anymore, but dating is almost an equal hell. You