Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Okay. In that case, goodbye and have a good week,” she said finally.
“Goodbye, Lillian.”
She turned and unlocked the door. Without another glance at me, she pushed the door open and stepped in.
The memory of the first time I’d fucked her with my fingers popped into my mind. It had been insanely hot knowing that she wanted me to stop, but her body betrayed her and she asked for more and more.
Then I’d stopped when she’d been on the verge of coming, and her face…
I wanted to catch the closing door and go in with her. The craving was so strong I had to clench my fists to stop myself. I strode to the car, my head a total mess. Yes, I needed a little time away from her. I had become too involved. Sleeping with her was definitely a mistake. A big mistake.
One I planned to correct.
I had to stop being this weak-willed addict. I had to go back to the person I was before she appeared outside my office in her tight pencil skirt.
Chapter 28
Lillian
The buzzer downstairs rang, and I ran to let Maggie through the entrance door. I’d invited her over because I needed to talk to someone about Max. For the last two hours since I’d been home, I kept replaying the weekend, ending with the cold goodbye from him.
Not even a kiss or a hug.
He’d handed me my weekend bag as if my usefulness had ended.
It had hurt even though all along I’d known what I was getting into when I agreed to a weekend away with him. I hated that I’d allowed him to get to me so much.
I’d even cried in the shower.
Over a man. And worse, my boss.
How was it that some women were able to have friends with benefits and when it was time to move on, they did, without a backward glance?
I unlocked the door and Maggie appeared bearing a big box of pizza and a brown bag. She looked wholesome and cheerful with her strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail.
“You look exhausted,” she noted.
“Thanks,” I said in a dry tone.
“No, I meant it in the best way possible. You look as though you used the weekend for the purpose it was intended for - lots of sex...”
My chest constricted as an image of Max sprawled in bed filled my mind. I pushed it away, knowing it would bring tears to my eyes. “I thought weekends were for rest and relaxation.”
Maggie groaned dramatically. “Please… I’m already so bored. Both my boyfriend, who won’t marry me, and my best friend were away and I had nothing to do but binge Netflix. If it sounds like I’m whining, it’s because I am. I was hoping you, at least, got some action with a stranger at the hotel bar.”
I laughed uncomfortably. “A stranger at the hotel bar?”
“No? Shame.” She fished out a bottle of Merlot from the bag. “Never mind, I come bearing gifts.”
I raised an eyebrow. “On a Sunday?” Still, I led the way to the kitchen and set the wine glasses on the island while Maggie got the wine opener from the drawer.
“Don’t bother messing about with fancy glasses. Get the mugs out.”
Minutes later, we were settled in with our mugs filled almost to the top with wine and munching on our favorite pepperoni pizza.
“If you look so hollow and wasted, and it wasn’t a stranger at the bar, then I’m guessing the weekend was a nightmare. It was, wasn’t it? I knew he would work you to the ground. I’ll let the bet pass if you want to quit.”
I hadn’t planned on how much to tell Maggie about the weekend, but a sob burst out of me and I dropped the pizza back into the box.
“Lillian, what is it? What happened? Did he hurt you?” Maggie cried.
I wiped the tears with the back of my hand and fought to get control of my emotions. “No, he didn’t hurt me.” My voice did not sound like me at all. It sounded feeble, but I wasn’t the vulnerable type. I was strong and I always kept my emotions in check.
“What then? What happened?” Maggie asked worriedly.
I reached for my wine and took a huge gulp, then set it back down. “I slept with him.”
Her eyes widened and she let out a shriek of disbelief. “No. No way. Not Frost.”
I nodded miserably.
“No! You did not,” she gasped.
“I did. And not just once… the whole weekend.”
“Oh my God.” Maggie stared at me as if I had turned into someone she didn’t know. That made two of us. “Was he any good?”
The question was so unexpected; a fit of giggles came over me. “Very. I never knew sex could be like that.”
“Fuck, Lillian. What’s going on? You’re not the type of woman who would sleep with her boss. And Frost of all people. You didn’t do it to win the bet, did you?”