Bastard Boss

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO

Tyler

By the time I've turned back around, the only sign of Bella is her purse and the bag of ice cream sitting on the coffee table.

The sound of riffling about draws my attention toward the archway to my right, which is also my kitchen. Apparently, Bella has made herself right at home, when the only time she was here before was the day after my father died and that was with her brother for all of fifteen minutes.

I follow the sweet scent of her perfume and step into the doorway, bringing her into view as she shuts the silverware drawer. Clearly aware of my presence, she rotates to face me, holding up two spoons. Already I'm thinking of her on the counter, her skirt to her waist, and my cock buried inside her.

Which really does make me my father's son, and I don't like it any more than Bella would me if she knew where my head was at right now.

I catch my hands on the curved archway on either side of me and will my blood to cool.

"Bingo," she announces, waving the spoons around. "I found what I was looking for. You're very organized, which doesn't surprise me. You're ridiculously anal. This kind of perfection would drive me crazy. I need a little disorder to feel at home. Good thing I just work for you." She walks toward me and stops in front of me. "Please tell me you don't have a problem eating right out of the pint, because somehow that feels like something someone this anal would not do."

"I'm not anal. I hire a housekeeper who is."

"Of course, you do," she replies, a smirk on her pretty lips before she ducks under my arm.

I fight the urge to reach for her and pull her to me, and that one-second beat that I lose to that internal battle is enough to allow her to escape. In her absence I am left with her words, of course, you do. I'm not sure if that is her way of saying the maid explains nothing, or perhaps, a jab at me for not cleaning my own house. It shouldn't matter. It wouldn't with anyone else.

I am not in the right state of mind for her to be here right now.

With a grimace, I push off the archway and rotate, already in pursuit of Bella with every intention of sending her on her way. She's by the fireplace, and with a flip of a switch, it flashes, flames licking at the glass before they settle into a warm, steady burn. "Perfect," she approves, kicking off her high heels, then claiming the leather chair to the left of the couch. "Now we're ready."

I pause at the line just outside the living room as she removes the first pint of ice cream from the bag, followed by three more, and the damn journal manages to end up in the center of the buffet she's created. With a silent curse, I move further into the room and sit down on the couch, in front of the table. I consider ignoring the journal, but Bella is not an average guest who would be polite and ignore what is in front of her. She's the adult version of the curious kid with the ability to be nosey and still come off as charming.

I reach for the journal and shove it between the cushions to my right, while Bella remains on my left. If she notices my actions, she blows it off, her sole focus on convincing me to eat ice cream.

"Okay," she says. "I have four flavors, all my favorites." She indicates pints with the touch of her hand. "Milk chocolate peanut butter. Cookies and cream. Key lime pie. And finally." She taps the final pint. "Cookie dough. I think chocolate peanut butter fits you. It's rich and complicated."

My brows shoot up. "I'm not sure if that's an insult or a compliment."

"Depends on the day and if you've pissed me off that day, which is fairly often, by your own decision to do so, of course."