Bastard Boss(8)

"You're very bossy."

"I'm the boss. It comes with the territory."

She laughed.

"You do know what is going to happen tonight?"

"Yes. I'm not some virgin. I still think we're rushing into this."

"Why?" he asked.

"We don't really know each other. There's a whole lot of reasons why we  shouldn't do this. I happen to enjoy my job. You're a pain in the ass to  work for, but you're also a challenge as well."

"I'm a hot challenge."

"I've never seen this side of you. You're kind of nice."

"Niceness doesn't work well within the office."

She didn't say anything for several seconds. "I've been thinking about  these charity things you do. They mean a great deal to you, right?"

"They do."

"I was curious why."

"I grew up in foster care, Anya. I know what it's like to be dumped and forgotten."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't mean to pry."

"It's fine. Most of the time, we all act like we don't give a shit. Like  it doesn't hurt to know that you're not wanted. We go through life, and  we go to school. I remember going to school, and people knew I wasn't  like them. I wasn't  …  wanted. Anyway, I'd watch my peers run to their  parents, and the foster kids, we had a mini bus to pick us up, that  advertised where we came from." He was used to looking back. It no  longer hurt him anymore. "One day, I just got up, and I studied hard,  and I knew I was going to do something important. I wasn't going to let  anything step in my way. It's why I make sure the kids at these homes  have me."

"Do you go and see them?"

"Of course. How do you think I know about them?"

"I had no idea."

"I raise the money, and then I take it to each home, spend as much time  as I can. Don't get me wrong, some kids are damaged in these homes, and  they are so damn violent that they can't come back from that. I just  help as much as I can."

He glanced over at her to find her eyes on him.

"I had no idea that you cared so much."

"There's a reason none of my charity events are known to the public.  It's not for others to look at me, and swoon, or to try and do one  better. This is me. This is who I am."

"And deep down inside you're a good person. You just don't like people to see it."

She patted his knee.

"Don't feel sorry for me," he said.

"I won't. It helps me."

"How?" He was confused now.

"I don't want an asshole to be the father to my kid. You've proven to me  that you have a heart. I've seen you at these events, Xavier. You have a  heart, and you care. You're going to make one hell of a dad. The truth  is, I bet you're one already."

"I'm careful with the women I fuck."

"I don't mean that."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You've become something of importance to these boys. In a way, you're like a father, or at least a very good uncle."

He liked that. Parking up in his space, he linked their fingers  together. "I don't want you to be nervous about tonight. We're not going  to rush anything."

"I know. I'm not afraid, Xavier. You're not a bad guy."

He may not be a bad guy, but he was a dirty one, and Anya was about to find out exactly how dirty he could be.


Chapter Five



Anya had been to his penthouse several times in the past. If he was ill,  she'd come and work for him at his place so he never fell behind. She  also prepared his meals, and actually took care of him.

This time, it was different. She carried an overnight bag with the intention of staying, of sleeping with him. Sex.

Xavier closed the door behind him, and she felt somewhat  …  aroused. She  wanted this. Her tits were heavy, and her pussy slick. Licking her dry  lips, she looked around his home. There wasn't much to it, no artwork.  Xavier liked things clean, and without any personal touches.

"I can take my bag."

"I'll take it." He moved toward the bedrooms, and instead of putting it in the spare bedroom, he went straight through to his.

I'm about to have a baby with my boss.

Xavier Leigh is about to have sex with me.

Raw fucking, and everything combined.   





 

He surprised her when he went to his closet, opened it up, and there  already was a space for her. "We can put your stuff here." He opened her  case and started to hang her stuff in the right spots.

"I can do that."

"Nearly all done."

When he made to grab her underwear, she stopped him. It was bad enough  that he was hanging up her clothes. Did he realize he was touching a  size eighteen?

"You can remove your shoes if you want," he said.

Feeling obliged to remove them, she stepped out of them, and stood.  Bending down, she picked them up, and placed them in her spot in the  closet.

"Right, dinner time," he said.

So far everything was natural. Nothing rushed, and she found herself relaxing.

Entering his kitchen, she looked toward him. He'd taken a seat at the  counter, and was watching her. "Anya, tonight I intend to fuck you so  the only thing you're thinking about is how good I feel deep in your  pussy. This kitchen, my home, it's yours. We're going to be making a  child anyway."

"It just takes me a few minutes to get my bearings." She took a deep  breath, and reached for the fridge. This was her domain. She loved being  in the kitchen. It was the one place in the whole wide world that  actually offered her enjoyment away from him. There were many times over  the weekends when she couldn't make it back home, that she'd be on the  phone to her mother, and they'd be cooking along together. She always  enjoyed those moments.

"Still not learned to cook?" she asked.

"I don't need to. I have good places that deliver. Also, my very sexy, very lovely PA knows a thing or two about cooking."

Grabbing some ingredients out of the fridge, she got them both set on a  chicken pasta with a salad on the side. Xavier didn't offer to help, and  she didn't even ask him. They didn't talk about anything important. In  fact, Xavier got his laptop, and finished up some work while she cooked.

"Do you ever finish? Or are you always working?" she asked.

"When you own the company, it's hard to warrant a day off."

She shrugged. "I can understand that. Do you ever need help?"

"Not with stuff I do at work. Nah, it's easier to just do this when I'm relaxed."

With everything served up, they went to his dining table, and they ate.  Xavier moaned around mouthfuls of food, and he opened up a bottle of  wine. The atmosphere was slightly tense, a little awkward.

Sipping the red wine, she loved the fruity taste, and it complemented  the food. She didn't finish all of her pasta, and was surprised when  Xavier took the plate from her and finished it off.

"You've got a big appetite."

"I happen to love food."

"If you love food so much how come you didn't learn to cook?"

"It's not a skill that makes me money. Over the years, I only worked on  skills that made me more money. I'm not going to make a living out of  cooking."

"It can be for your enjoyment. I know growing up many of my memories are  because of food. I love eating. I love cooking. When I go home for  Thanksgiving or Christmas, I know I'm going to be spending a lot of time  with my mom." She was old, but she didn't allow anyone to take her  place in the kitchen.

"She sounds amazing."

"My dad, he doesn't do much in the kitchen but take stuff. It's always  funny because Mom will slap his hands, and he says it's always worth it.  Of course, he'd grab her around the waist, and kiss her. They kind of  got really touchy-feely growing up. It made bringing friends home a  little difficult."

"You love them very much."

"They're my parents. I hope with our child, he or she will feel the same."

"What if we say children? We can have more than one."

"I never want to presume something."

He leaned back, staring at her. "You think I'm going to change my mind?"

"It's difficult to predict the future, Xavier."

"But we can plan for a future we can't predict." He sipped more of his  drink. "Anyway, I was wondering how you'd want to handle a wedding.  Would you like a big lavish affair, lots of guests, media, and such?"

"Media?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm not in the public eye so much, but a rich guy getting married could get a lot of attention."

Anya wrinkled her nose. "I don't want any more attention. We can just go  to the, erm, the court's filing office. I've heard you can literally go  in on your lunch break, and be done with it. No lavish affair, no  planning, or expense. It's very cheap."   





 

"Money is not the issue."

"I don't want a big affair."

"You've not dreamt about your big white wedding?"

"No. I haven't. I've been very practical in life. When I was growing up I was more interested in books than in boys."

"We all grow up differently I guess."

"What about you? Any plans for marriage?"