Chapter 45 Rosie
Rosie
Oh God. Why does my head feel like a mafia gang is swinging chains around it? I gag on the thick, dry tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth.
I squeeze my eyes, which makes the gang swing their chains harder. At least Tabi isn’t singing, which makes no sense because Tabi’s always singing.
I gingerly open one eye, and the first thing I spy is a pink cowboy hat. Memories of talking a woman into letting me have it make my stomach knot. I pull the duvet to my face, but that’s when I get Niki’s oak and vanilla scent.
It smells so damn good. I pull it tight and wrap my bare legs around it. How did I get to Niki’s? I peek under the cover and glance at my floaty dress from last night. At least I didn’t fuck my boss.
I’m not sure I’m relieved I didn’t because it would have messed up my job or because I wouldn’t want to fuck him while drunk. I want to remember my first orgasm-filled fuck. Niki’s fingers made me come.
His dick would be epic.
A bottle of water shouts at me from the cabinet, and I gulp it down as I grab my phone. The chain gang in my head is more like a heavy metal band playing a riff now.
Floor-to-ceiling windows highlight the light brown chest of drawers and matching dressing table. Niki’s clippers still sit on them. As I check my messages, I run my fingers across the buttery soft wood of his furniture.
There are photos of my parents at the zoo with Tabi, but my smile falters when I catch a couple of messages from Niki.
I don’t want to remember the things I said and did last night.
I suck in my lips and open the first message cringing.
Niki: Good morning. I’ve left paracetamol and toiletries outside your room.
We’ll sort out clothes for you, but grab a top from one of my drawers for now.
I’ll have brunch ready when you come down.
I can drive you home this afternoon when I drop Graham off with the dog sitter before I fly to Monaco.
He’s thought of everything.
Niki: And don’t worry about last night. You were a delight.
He’s trying to reassure me, but my pulse quickens, and my stomach churns. What did I do?
Scratches sound at my door. I open it to find a jowly faced Graham sitting next to the sealed bag of items Niki mentioned. If Graham had eyebrows, they’d be raised in expectation.
“Come on, boy. Maybe you can give me the confidence to face the music.” I grab the bag and he waddles in behind me. “I don’t suppose you remember what happened last night.”
He snuffles as I pick him up and place him on the bed for cuddles.
It’s several hours later. I’ve only got to be around Niki for a short time, and hopefully most of that will be spent with food in my mouth. I can’t talk if I’m eating.
You can blush, though.
Graham trots behind me as I walk to Niki’s kitchen. The house is a mixture of soft furnishings and bare spaces. It should be covered with pictures of the Niki I’ve loved spending time with since becoming his assistant. But there’s nothing.
I pause outside the kitchen door. I fumble with the hem of his hoodie, which sits at my thigh.
Pieces of the previous night are forming coherent moments, and I don’t want to suffer as he forces himself to make eye contact or see the uncomfortable way he stands in my presence.
It can’t be as bad as riding his fingers and running out his door.
I shove my fists in the hoodie pocket as Graham barks.
“Shush, I’m building up to it,” I whisper.
When I look up, I’m frozen by Niki’s big blue eyes as he gazes at my outfit. There’s no awkwardness in his stare or broad-shouldered stance.
“Afternoon. Come and eat.” He has a glint in his eye. “Eat food.”
“Obviously,” I say breezily, although I want to find Graham’s dog bed and hide in it.
“Obviously.” His smile threatens to undo my professionalism.
Not that standing in my boss’s house in my underwear and his hoodie after he picked me up and took me to his bed suggests professionalism.
Or sucking his dick and wanting to taste him again.
I grit my teeth and will the horny, hungover brat in my head to shut the fuck up.
“Take a seat.” He points to the chair with an empty plate in front of it. There’s also a glass of water, a Diet Coke, and a latte. “I wasn’t sure what you’d eat, so I prepared pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, and yoghurt.”
“Toast and pancakes sound good.” I’m painfully quiet, and he stares at me.
“You look a lot better than I do after a night of drinking,” he says as he prepares the food. “When I was your age, I recovered a lot quicker. Sorry—I promised myself I’d listen to you and not blurt out whatever I was thinking.”
He gives me a side plate of toast before filling my empty plate with pancakes and pointing out the toppings.
Once I’m eating, he joins me. His T-shirt stretches across his chest, and his jeans are snug against his thighs. He’s so fucking sexy, even when he’s not trying.
“Rosie, we need to talk.”
I choke on my pancake, and he passes me the water while pouring my Diet Coke.
“Sorry. I’m jittery because of dinner with my parents tonight, and I don’t want to go without us chatting.” His hands tremble around his coffee. He takes quick breaths.
Niki’s struggling, and I don’t know how to help anymore because I’m what’s causing it.
I shove more food into my gob.
“The thing is, what happened yesterday, when you gave me the best climax of my life,” he says, pausing to ensure I heard, and oh fuck, did I hear.
The best?
“I didn’t mean for you to leave without us chatting. You said to the barman you couldn’t stop thinking about what we did. I can’t either.”
I drop my cutlery as the flashback of shouting that as the barman spoke to Niki comes rushing back.
I press my fingers against my mouth. “I didn’t mean for you to hear that. Well, I did while I was drunk, but I wouldn’t have said that if I was sober.”
“But I needed to hear it. You’re perfect, beautiful, and everything I want. When I’m with you, I’m beyond happy. You give me the safe space I haven’t had for a long time.”
“There’s a but coming.”
His eye twitches. “But what you said in the car on the way home was right. Tabi comes first, and you don’t need someone like me getting in the way of your future.”
He’s speaking my thoughts, but when he says it, it’s like he’s telling me what I can’t do, and I’m fed up with people saying that to me. “Can I speak?”
“Please do before I mess up.” I’m reminded of his vulnerability when he squeezes his cup like he’s trying to crush it.
“I want you, Niki. I’ve wanted you for months. But you’re right. This job means I can provide for Tabi. I can’t risk that.” It doesn’t stop my neediness, though. “Can I ask you something?”
He nods.
“You’re not just saying it was the best to placate me, right? I haven’t given many blowjobs. I enjoyed it, it was fucking glorious, especially when you—” I squeeze my eyes closed. “All I mean is, was it okay?”
He swallows, eyeing my throat where I’ve put his chain and ring on my neck.
“It was the sexiest moment of my life. I never thought I’d experience that kind of pleasure again.
Every time I think about your mouth wrapped around my dick, your big brown eyes staring up at me when you slipped your hand in your knickers and moaned as you sucked me, and then how you came on my fingers, I nearly blow.
” He clears his throat noisily. “Does that answer your question?”
I nod because I want to squirm in my chair, but I can’t after what we discussed.
“Was I really the first man to make you come?”
“Yes. But I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Okay. But if you do at any point, I’m right here.” I nod even though there’s no chance. “There’s one other thing you said last night—”
“Shit, please don’t remind me.” I cover my face, waiting for what I can’t recall.
“Eyes on me,” he says softly. The last time he said that I was kneeling in front of him and he was moments from sliding his fingers inside my knickers.
I open my eyes and find him peeking between my fingers.
“You said last night you wanted to be the old Rosie as well as a new one. You haven’t experienced many things, so I wondered…”
My head says, Please don’t say anything sexual, but my pussy says, Please say orgasming while riding your dick and you praise me.
“Yes?” I squeak before sipping my water, spilling a few drops as my hands shake.
“As Tabi is with your parents until Monday, would you like to come to the Monaco Grand Prix with me?”