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Bossy Ceo, No! - Chapter 21
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Carina Russo POV
Are you sure?” Taking my hand, he ran a finger from the inside of my arm to my palm before dropping the buttons and closing my hand around them. My breath caught in my throat and my heart pounded.
I jerked my hand back as if I’d been burned. “I’m sure.”
“I could have sworn the dress you were just wearing had these buttons.Why did you…?”
I felt my face heat further. What the **** was he doing?
Leaning in closely, his breath hot on my ear, he whispered, “You really should try to be more careful.”
I attempted to maintain my calm as I lowered my hand from his. “You bastard,” I replied through gritted teeth before he pulled away, looking taken aback.
How could he look surprised, as if I’d been the one to break the rules? It was one thing to be an asshole to me, but to jeopardize my reputation in front of executives! I lowered my head, ashamed.
Throughout the meeting we cast glances at each other, mine fueled with anger and Ryan’s with increasing uncertainty. I looked down at the spreadsheets in front of me as much as possible to avoid looking at him.
As soon as it was all over, I gathered my things and got the hell out of there. But as expected, he was hot on my tail all the way to the elevator until we were both seething silently in the back, on our way up to the office.
Why wouldn’t this thing hurry up, and why did someone on every floor decide they needed to use it now? People all around us were talking on phones, shuffling files, discussing lunch plans.
By the time we reached the eleventh floor, the elevator was almost at capacity. When the door opened and three more people decided to squeeze in, I was pushed farther into him, my back against his chest and my *** against his very happy third leg.
I felt the rest of his body stiffen subtly and heard him take a sharp breath. Instead of pressing into him, I stepped as far away as I could. He reached forward and gripped my hip, pulling me back again.
“I liked that *** against me,” he murmured, low and warm into my ear. “Where do you—”
“I’m two seconds away from castrating you with my heel.”
He leaned even closer. “Why are you suddenly more bitchy than usual?”
I turned my head and said, in barely a whisper, “I get that I hurt your huge ego, but you just had to make me look like a career-climbing ***** in front of your father.”
He dropped his hand, slack jawed. “No.” Blink. Blink. “What?” Bastard. “I was just playing around.”
“What if they’d heard you?”
“They didn’t.”
“They could have.And I’m a fucking immigrant ,if I lose this job,I’m dead. I’ll be back where I came from.”