Chapter Seven
Abigail didn’t need to call any of the doctors.
There was no reason to. Roman’s fever broke, and he kept down all the fluids she had given to him.
She had panicked for a while, but she remembered her father never just randomly called a doctor.
That might have been because calling the doctor was always expensive and a last resort.
She made her father’s famous cure-all chicken soup. It took a few hours to make, but was filled with veggies. However, all the nutrients were extracted from the vegetables until they were nothing more than a bunch of sloppy mess that looked so unappealing, but it always worked.
The chicken was the same, but the broth was always clear—no lumps.
Her father always puréed the vegetables and ate them with biscuits, gravy, and chicken.
It was strange to her, to have her meal like this, but it did remind her of her father.
He would have liked Roman, even though he was wealthy and demanded her time.
Abigail couldn’t help but think of the conversations she had with Roman. She had a feeling he wasn’t having that conversation with her, although he clearly wanted to.
Roman wanted her to break her rules. It was strange, because there had been so many times she sat at her desk and looked at Roman, wondering what he would do if she did walk into the office and break that wall between professional and personal.
She wanted to do it, but she was also afraid to do it.
What if it ruined their working relationship?
The sex outside of work hadn’t changed anything.
She didn’t feel any differently about him. He was her boss.
Actually, that was a damn lie, and she knew it.
She felt completely different about him.
For one, she couldn’t get him out of her mind.
Sure, even before they were having sex, she would think about him.
This was different, though. This was real, not fantasy.
She didn’t want to ruin what they had with each other.
It didn’t stop her from yearning.
Roman was not how she imagined he would be.
She’d seen him in relationships before. He was cold, clinical.
When it was over, a trinket was bought, and that was it, done and finished.
She didn’t imagine that the man who sent trinkets when he was done with women could be the same man, who would allow her to curl up against him, eat ice cream, and watch a rom-com.
It did not seem accurate in her mind. None of it made any sense to her. Yet, that was exactly what happened.
She ran fingers through her hair, then got to her feet to go and check on her patient. Much to her surprise, he was sitting up in bed.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey, yourself.”
“You’re feeling better?”
“I am, actually. I have no fucking clue what was wrong with me.”
“There’s been a bug going around the office. It lasts for twenty-four to forty-eight hours. Something like that.” She made her way toward him and put her hand on his forehead. “You’re not burning up anymore.”
“I feel like I can take a shower. Then I’d like to eat some food at the dining room table. Do you think I can do that?” he asked.
“Yes. Yes. Of course. This is your home. You can eat where you want.”
“Excellent.” He pushed the blanket off his lap, and then he held his hands out toward her. “Help me.”
This made her laugh. “You’re a pain in the ass. You’ve not been the best patient.”
He chuckled. “I don’t even want to know how you got me from the office to here.”
“Trust me, you’re going to have to thank Carl. At one point, you decided you didn’t need to hold your weight up, and you kind of fell on me.”
“I did?”
“Yep. That was why I had to use your phone to call Carl.”
“I thought I was sitting at my desk.”
“You were, then I lifted you, tried to get you to move, and you did for a few steps. Then you told me this was lame, dropped down, and that was about all I could take. You were on top of me, crushing me, and I think you might have passed out for a short time.”
“I don’t need Carl now.”
She did help him to his feet, but she didn’t have to take too much of his weight. He also walked to the bathroom. The other night, she was pretty sure Carl carried him part of the way. He’d been in such a bad way, and it was so sad to see him like that.
They made it to the bathroom, and rather than take a shower, she ran him a bath instead, preparing it with plenty of salts.
Roman stripped down naked, and Abigail couldn’t help but think how domesticated this felt between them. She was there, just in case he was unsteady on his feet, but he climbed into the bath. Gathering her hair to the back of her neck, she pinned it up, then focused on him.
He cupped her arm. “You know, this would go a lot better if you joined me.”
She chuckled, but she didn’t have time to argue with him, because he pulled her into the tub, soaking her clothes.
“That’s much better.”
She tried to get out, but her strength was no match for his, and he was able to hold her captive.
“You know, you’re not playing fair, don’t you?” she asked.
“Why do I need to play fair when I want to get you in my bed?” He cupped her cheek, pulled her in close. “And you drive me crazy.”
There was no way she was going to fight him. The moment he kissed her, it felt too good. She didn’t know quite how he did it, but one moment she had clothes on, and the next moment she didn’t.
“You’re too poorly for sex.”
“I’m not too poorly to be with you.”
He pulled her down toward his cock, and she felt his hard length.
“You said I’ve been out between twenty-four to forty-eight hours.”
“Two days, yes.”
“That’s two days when my dick hasn’t been inside you, and that is just not acceptable to me.”
He reached down between them. Every part of her sensible brain was telling her she needed to nip this in the bud. He wasn’t well enough for them to be having sex, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to think.
Roman sunk inside her, inch by inch, and it made her moan, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Did you brush my teeth?” he asked, pulling away.
She chuckled. “Yes, I did.”
“You’re amazing.”
“All I did was take care of you.”
“Yeah, and that’s amazing,” he said, running his hands up her back and cupping the back of her neck.
She would do it again and again. She enjoyed taking care of him, and even though he was a pain in the ass to get to his apartment and into his bed, she would do it again. He wasn’t a bad patient, when he was finally resting.
“I like when you take care of me.”
She giggled. “I like it too.”
He ran his hands down to her hips, pulled her down onto his cock, and they both groaned. “You see, I don’t want to go a moment when I’m not inside you.” He growled against her lips. “You drive me crazy, and I love the feel of your tight cunt on my dick, baby.”
She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, not wanting to let go.
He moved to grab her ass, and she loved it when he did this, like he pulled her down onto his cock. She felt him deep in her pussy, and she didn’t want him to stop. He felt so good. Better than good.
She moaned his name, and he kissed her lips, pulling her repeatedly down on his length.
“You’re fucking mine,” he said.
She cried out, and he thrust her over the edge into bliss, and it was so unexpected that at first she couldn’t even think straight. It wasn’t long before he joined her, and they came apart together. She felt every pulse of his cock as he flooded her. She didn’t want it to stop.
****
“What’s this?” Abigail said.
Roman looked up from the contract he’d just signed to see Abi holding the dress he had gotten delivered for her.
“You’re my date to the charity gala tonight. I’ll have Sharleene sent to you.”
“The makeup artist?”
“Yes, she is already on the way to your apartment. You’ll have about two hours to get ready. That should be long enough.”
“I don’t usually go to these galas,” she said.
“I know, but I’m not taking another woman, and I’m not going alone. Do you have any idea what women are like if I go single?”
She laughed. “It can’t be that bad.”
“Trust me, it is that bad. I’m considered an eligible bachelor, and there are a lot of women who want to find a husband. You’re coming, and there’s no argument. Do you need me to come up with some?”
She shook her head. “No, I have a feeling you’d win.”
“The biggest one was going to be that we’re fucking, so that makes you my girlfriend.
Also, you took care of me, and I rubbed your stomach when you were feeling shitty.
We’re dating, and I’m not taking another woman with me.
” He stayed behind his desk, although he would have gladly shown her an example.
“And I am not breaking your rules. So, I’ll see you in a couple of hours. ”
“Okay, boss. I’ll see you then.”
She didn’t argue and he couldn’t help but watch the curves of her ass as she walked away. It was next to impossible to think as he did this. All he wanted to do was lift that skirt up, push it over her hips, and run his hands all over the shape of that ass.
He loved her ass. He loved playing with her ass and feeling it right next to his pelvis as he was balls-deep inside her. It was shapely, and when he gave it a smack, it rippled beneath his hand, but in all the right places. She was incredible.
Roman dealt with the last of work, and his tuxedo was already waiting for him. Tonight was a charity event that would host a lot of businessmen as well as a few celebrities. There was a chance a picture would be taken with Abi.
He could have asked any woman to go with him. There were plenty, and in the last few years, he had done that. He had told them plainly that it was for appearances only. He’d not fucked anyone he’d taken to a gala.