When the Boss Gets Jealous (6 page)

But of course, Elisa was wrong. And alone
with this man was the last place Jenna wanted to be, especially
after what he’d heard. Hopefully he wasn’t bold enough to ask her
about it.

“Is that true?”

Dammit. No such luck. Jenna took a deep
breath and steeled herself for the confrontation. And the
inevitable lie.

“Is what true?” she asked over her shoulder,
doing her best to avoid eye contact.

“You got laid last night?” His voice was
calm, but the anger simmered beneath his composure.

Shaking her head, Jenna busied herself by
pouring coffee and kept her back to Jalen. “Elisa doesn’t know what
she’s talking about.”

“So you didn’t fuck our boss in the back
seat of his car?”

Jenna nearly dropped the coffee pot. Without
any grace, she shoved it back onto the burner and spun around to
meet Jalen’s probing gaze. “Excuse me?” She didn’t have to pretend
to be shocked and as she studied his expression, Jenna was
dumbstruck.

He knew.

It wasn’t a guess or assumption. The
accusation was a little too specific and his narrowed eyes were
ripe with knowledge.

Grabbing the cup to give herself something
else to do besides look completely stupid, Jenna then perched at
one of the tall tables in the middle of the break room.

Jalen pulled a ceramic mug from the cabinet
before offering his full attention. “I was worried about you, so I
pulled a u-turn and when I came back into the lot, I saw you get in
the back seat of his car. Twenty minutes later, when you hadn’t
gotten out, I left.”

“And you assumed we had sex.” His accusation
was accurate, but at least it was based on an assumption. Jenna
could dance around that until the end of time.

“Am I wrong?”

“Yes.” Jenna hated lying, even as a means of
self-preservation. Revealing the truth to Jalen held too many
consequences that she just couldn’t risk.

Jalen’s derisive laugh echoed in the break
room. The large windows gave the area an airy vibe, but the current
circumstances had sucked the normally light atmosphere from the
room, replacing it with a murky tension. “I didn’t take you for a
liar.”

“I’m not,” Jenna said sternly, anger
replacing the shock of his very accurate accusation.

When Jalen slammed the mug on the counter,
his friendly smile disappeared. “I’m not stupid, Jenna. It all
makes sense. I ask you out and Alec treats me like dog shit. Plus
the rumored animosity. After seeing you two last night, I get
it.”

Jenna crossed her arms, careful not to spill
the coffee as she rested it near her elbow. She was tempted to put
it down, but right now she needed something to hold on to,
something to remind her to keep a grip on her control. Spilling
coffee on her thin blouse and scalding her arm would only piss her
off even more, so the hot beverage was a good reminder to reel the
temper in. “You saw our boss ask me about a project outside work
hours after a fifteen-hour day. That was the last thing I wanted to
talk about, so yes, there was animosity.”

“No, it’s not animosity festering between
you two. Even a blind man could have sensed all that sexual
tension.”

“It’s not what you think,” she said, though
she didn’t have a clue how to explain it away without telling the
truth.

Jalen held out his hand. “I’m not going to
rat you out, if that’s what you’re worried about. You get the
shitty projects, so you’re apparently not sleeping with him to make
your job easier. I’m not sure why you agreed to go out with me
though. Part of your cover? Or maybe you’re the office slut. The
welcoming committee for the naïve new guy.”

“I am
not
a slut,” she spat, contempt
propelling her across the room. She left a spotty trail of coffee
on the tile floor as the hot liquid splashed over the rim, the
pounding of her heels echoing in the small room. Despite the four
inch heels that elevated her to five foot seven, Jalen still had a
good five inches on her. Jenna stood back far enough that she
didn’t have to crane her neck too much. She also didn’t want to put
herself within reach to slap his face. “You are out of line. We had
one date, Jalen. I do not need to explain myself to you.”

“True. But you didn’t just kiss me back
yesterday morning. You kissed me like you were hot for me. I don’t
play games. Either you’re interested in me or you’re not. If you’re
using me to make Alec jealous, then walk away now because I won’t
be used like that.”

If Jenna walked away, she may as well
announce to the world that she had in fact fucked her boss in the
back seat of his car. That was information she wasn’t willing to
give Jalen. The past she shared with Alec, and what happened last
night, was not public knowledge. It would remain locked in Jenna’s
vault forever.

“I was interested,” she said, being honest
with him. She didn’t date just anyone. Jalen was attractive and
charming. If Alec hadn’t interrupted them last night, she may have
even gone to bed with Jalen if he’d invited her home with him. But
there were things she would not tolerate, not from any man. “I am
not, however, interested in someone who jumps to conclusions and
calls me vile names.”

Regret flashed across Jalen’s face, but he
said nothing, probably trying to decide if she was a great actress
or an honest person.

Guilt filled her because she liked Jalen and
didn’t want to hurt him, but she clung to the anger, hoping he
would just walk away. She didn’t know where she stood with Alec,
but one thing was obvious, an office romance, riding on the
receding wave of a forbidden office affair, was a bad decision.

When the door behind her opened, Jenna
turned to find Alec’s smile transform into an angry snarl.

“Good morning,” he said, irritation apparent
in his controlled voice.

Jalen chuckled, pulling Jenna’s head around
with the shock of his boldness. Or maybe he was just stupid,
antagonizing their boss, a man who demanded control and commanded
authority.

“Good morning,” Jalen responded, easing away
from where Jenna had him cornered.

Her un-comfort zone doubled, flanked by the
man she should want and the man she shouldn’t want. But Jenna
forced herself to look at Alec and extend the same courtesy. “Good
morning,” she said, gathering her schooled confidence.

Jenna still didn’t know what had given her
away to Elisa. Maybe she had a post-orgasmic glow or just seemed
relaxed due to the release of her pent-up sexual energy.
Regardless, she forced the confident professionalism she’d
practiced for years, not willing to allow Alec to know he’d gotten
to her. She’d probably revealed that enough in the back seat of his
car. Today she needed to be business as usual.

“I seem to be running into the two of you a
lot,” Alec said, steeling his own confidence.

“Well, we do work together,” Jenna
responded, letting sarcasm steal the show. “And if I recall
correctly, in my annual review, you told me I needed to focus on
team communication and relationships.”

“Glad you’re taking your annual review
seriously.”

“As a heart attack,” she said. Without
excusing herself, she crossed the room and pushed through the
swinging glass door of the break room.

When Jenna dropped into her comfy office
chair, she wondered if it was a good idea to leave the two men
alone. Jalen was bold, outspoken when maybe he shouldn’t be. The
only other man Jenna had ever met who spoke his mind that way was
Alec. Would Jalen be bold enough to confront Alec about what had
happened last night? And what would Alec say? They hadn’t developed
a cover story because they didn’t know they’d been caught, yet
again.

And again they were caught because Alec’s
self-control had snapped. This time, though, Alec couldn’t blame
her.

T
he day from hell started when Alec
had gotten into his car that morning. Jenna’s fragrance mixed with
the smell of sex still lingered, making Alec’s cock jump like an
unruly child begging for candy. It remained in that state the whole
goddamn day.

Hell heated up when Alec walked in on Jenna
and Jalen in the break room. Anger lingered between them and Alec
was desperate to know why, but his own anger at seeing them
together forced him to cling to every ounce of control he could
muster.

Then the little vixen played it cool the
entire day, which only set Alec’s need on fire. He’d struggled for
hours to maintain his own control, nearly summoning Jenna to his
office a dozen times just to be alone with her.

His cock ached from the memory of her riding
him in his car last night. Normally he didn’t mind a random
erection now and then at work. This though, this yearning ache that
taunted his control and dared him to go without her for another
minute had him ready to break something.

Thankfully, Jenna was working late again. He
was a sadistic bastard, but he strategized her projects to keep her
at the office as long as possible. He liked knowing where she was,
who she was with. Since few others worked as long or hard as Jenna
Craven, Alec was often the only other person in the office. If
Jenna stayed, he stayed. Since they’d stopped sleeping together,
they didn’t interact during the late hours, but Alec wasn’t willing
to leave her alone in the office.

Now though, still reeling from the way she’d
fucked him in his car last night, he couldn’t not see her for
another minute. He sent her an instant message.

Come to my office.

Her response was prompt.
Why?

Come to my office, Jenna.

This time she made him wait. The woman knew
how to play him and it pissed him off. After sixty-seven seconds of
staring at the screen, willing her response, the message finally
flashed.
I need to finish this project plan. Will stop by when I
finish.

Alec wanted to ask how long, but he couldn’t
hand over any more control to her than she already owned.

Thirty-seven goddamn minutes later, as Alec
stared at his screen, he saw that her status changed to offline. It
was another fifty-two seconds before she was at his door, coat
draped over her arm, purse in hand.

“Come in,” he commanded.

Jenna took two steps in.

“Close the door.”

She complied without saying a word.

The poker face she’d perfected threatened to
provoke his mounting temper. Initially, Alec had been intrigued by
her ability to mask her emotions. Now it made him fucking
mental.

“Lock it,” he said.

Her mouth twitched, but she bit back the
smile before it was fully revealed. She was wearing the same short
skirt and sexy blouse she’d had on the night he’d nearly taken her
in the parking lot, when they’d been caught by the VP of human
resources. The sheer blouse was a tease over a lace camisole, both
tucked into a short skirt that hugged every seductive curve. A
skirt that tight couldn’t hide a panty line, so the little vixen
was either wearing a thong or had gone commando. The night they’d
been caught, she’d been commando, lifting the skirt in the same
spot she now stood to finger her bare pussy right in front of him.
If he’d taken her then, right in his office they way he’d wanted,
maybe he wouldn’t have been forced to end their affair.

Anticipating that Jenna would work late,
Alec had closed the blinds of his ground floor office as soon as
he’d arrived this morning. He wasn’t going to let her leave without
first satisfying his mounting hunger.

“Do you want me to sit?” she asked, the
innocent sound of her voice mocking him.

“No,” he barked. “Put your things on the
table.”

She complied again, then stood with her
hands folded loosely in front of her.

Alec sat there, gazing at her beautiful
body. Her hair was down, something she rarely did. It fell halfway
down her back, flowing in loose, silky waves. She reached behind
her neck, pulling the silk over one shoulder. Jenna wasn’t prone to
fidgeting, so Alec knew it was a deliberate, seductive tease. He’d
told her on more than one occasion to take her hair down. She
always followed his demands, sometimes with hesitation just to test
his control and pique his desire.

Sometimes she hesitated just for the
pleasure of his punishment.

Alec debated between his desire to feel her
hot mouth around his cock and the need to bury himself deep inside
her wet pussy. She’d sucked his cock in his office once before,
while he was on a conference call with an Australian client. He had
to mute the call when he came deep inside her moaning throat.

He pushed away from his desk and crossed the
room in three long steps. “I’ve been hard all day,” he said. “I’m
willing to bet you’ve been wet all day.”

She’d been abrupt in her departure last
night. It had surprised Alec since she had never been satisfied
with a single fuck. Most nights they’d gone at it for hours, until
Alec passed out. Even then, he usually woke up with either her hand
wrapped around his cock or her wet pussy grinding on him, demanding
more.

“I’m wet now,” she said, backing up against
the wall.

His hand passed over the sheer fabric
covering her hard nipples, across her soft belly, and down to her
curvy hips. “Last time you wore this, I didn’t get to fuck
you.”

“No, you didn’t,” she said.

“I’m going to now.”

The neutral expression on her face was
replaced by a hungry smile. Her eyes sparked with desire as her
gaze traveled to his lips. When Alec had shared his fantasy with
her, that he’d spent hours thinking about fucking her in his
office, she’d told him it would never happen. There was too much of
a risk of getting caught. That didn’t prevent the little vixen from
pushing the limits of his control by doing things like sucking his
cock and fingering her own pussy. She’d been right though, the risk
was too great, so he’d held on to his diminishing control.