“You like working for me?”
“Yes. You’re a—challenging.” She caught herself at the last minute. Calling her boss an asshole wouldn’t exactly go down well. “So, will there be food at this event?” She closed her eyes, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow her.
“There better be. I did give you a list of everything we needed organized and that was including food.”
“Yes, there is food. Lots of it as well.” She would just have to stand near the buffet table, stuffing her face with appetizers.
The elevator doors opened and Brice took the lead as they walked to his car. He opened the door, and like the perfect gentleman stood back to allow her to climb in. She slid across the seat and Brice followed, sitting on the hem of her dress and stopping her from moving anymore.
It was fine. She could handle this.
The door closed and immediately, the car started to move.
She’d never been inside a limousine before. She’d ordered plenty of them for her boss, but this was different.
“I expect tonight to go off without a hitch.”
“I’ll be on hand for whatever could go wrong.” She’d already organized this event so she knew everything would run without a hitch. There was no way anything could possibly go wrong. This was what made her one of the best PAs in the country. She didn’t wait for bad luck or for something to go wrong. She dealt with it swiftly and efficiently, like all matters within her life.
She truly believed nothing in life could possibly go wrong, not when you had enough organization and providing you weren’t willing to stray from the path you’d set for yourself.
Like Brice. He was a handsome guy, sexy as well, but he was her boss. No matter how good he smelled or even how handsome he looked in a suit, there was no way anything could ever happen between them. Her body wanted him but her mind did not.
She wouldn’t fall for her boss, not even with him taking her to a charity ball.
4
The entire limo ride, Brice hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of Bunny. Oh, he’d tried. He’d attempted to act like she didn’t affect him, like her very presence didn’t set him on edge.
But the truth was, he felt like he was on a ledge when she was around, his heart racing, his palm sweating.
She’d sat next to him in the car where he could smell the sweet and fresh scent of her, a combination of wildflowers, soap, and a touch of cotton candy. Those three aromas had mixed together, invaded his senses, and had been completely intoxicating.
It was his new favorite aroma, one that had his cock harder than fucking granite.
Even now the fucker dug against the zipper of his tux slacks, demanding to be free, anxious to know what she felt like. No doubt she’d be tight, hot, and so damn wet.
The limo came to a stop in front of the charity event building, a flurry of activity of people entering and dressed in elegant gowns and sharp tuxedos, swarming around.
A moment later the driver opened up the back passenger side door, extending his hand and helping Bunny out first. Brice made his way out after her, fixing his tux and sweeping his hands down the expensive material.
He didn’t miss how some of the men glanced over at her, their gazes sweeping up and down her body.
Brice instantly had his hand curled around her waist, pulling her close. He heard the sharp intake of breath come from her, could see out of his peripheral her glancing up at him, her eyes wide. Him touching her had been an instant reaction, a primal need, letting everyone know that she was here with him.
They ascended the stone steps and walked into the building, the chandeliers hanging above giving an ethereal glow. The wait staff moved fluidly through the thick crowd of people, their silver platters carrying champagne flutes and others with hors d’oeuvres. The light music from a live orchestra in the next room filtered around them.
He looked around, amazed and proud that Bunny had been the one to help organize this. She was more than just a personal assistant. She was an asset, irreplaceable even though he wanted to fire her for the simple fact that he wanted to be with her.
But weren’t rules meant to be broken?
He thought that over and over again as he looked down at her. He wanted to reach out and move the tendrils of her hair away, to feel how soft her skin was. The gown she wore was gorgeous, breathtaking as it accented her luscious curves, the neckline dipping down to show off her cleavage. She was nice and thick in all the right places, had a womanly body that made him want to fall to his knees and worship her.