Look Who's the Boss

Chapter 3

Wear clothes that suit her girlfriend personality.

Pretend to be his secretary during business meetings.

Listen to what he says.

They are bullshit! Shana gritted her teeth at the thought of listening to everything his says. What if he suddenly says, "Join me in bed, sweetheart." Or "Hop in the shower with me, honey." Or "Let's get naked together!"

Shana felt so confuse. She hated and like Rick all at the same time. It's hard to decide what to tell him or when to listen. Her personality had been wild and rebellious years ago. She might still be right now so she would be delighted to hear him say them. But part of her, as a business partner, never mix business with pleasure. So why start now? Plus, her boss's attitude sucked. He is rude, arrogant and too commanding. Like each time if they had sex, he insisted to be on top and stay on top. Ok, why did she even think about that.

Well, it's starting. Halfway through the 'what-must-she-do' speech, he had told her to take off her clip and allow her hair to fall freely around her. It was unbusiness-like as it was messy and informal but she loved her hair down than up. It made her look prettier.

They had landed in Boston airfield fifteen minutes ago and are now seated rather uncomfortably in the cramped small taxi. With her second shoulder-bag and his briefcase sitting with them behind, their thighs brushed a few times. The only thing Shana could do was ignored it and pretend she didn't feel herself flinch when it happened.

Rick was unusually quiet. He had been looking out of the window most of the time so Shana did the same, watching the scenery fly pass, houses, hotels, shops, stores and shopping malls. The traffic was like in Manhattan, busy and complicated. At some parts, slow, pedestrians walking along the sidewalk and across the street. It was lunch rush hour, Shana realized. The slow moving traffic allowed her to glance into a few restaurants. Most were packed with people.

Her stomach growled, reminding her of her own empty stomach. She had coffee and pieces of plain toast for breakfast before she headed to the office. After the rush back home to pack and the rush to the airport, she hadn't touched any food.

Another a few more minutes, the taxi entered the entrance of one of the lavishly furnished hotels, stopping at the waiting porch, leading into the lobby. Shana pulled back her seat belt, glad that it doesn't get stuck. The last time was a torture. With him leaning over her, his inviting cologne filled her nose, his face inches away.

"How much?" Rick leaned between the two front seats. The driver stated an amount and he paid. "Keep the change." They got out and rounded to the back where they had their luggage. The bellboy had unloaded them and was slamming the boot shut.

"Wait." Shana called to her boss as he started to stride in.

"What?" He turned and then he remembered, his face breaking into a warm inviting smile as he remembered what we're supposed to do. "C'mon sweetheart, let's get ourselves a room." He placed a hand on the small of her back and they went right up to the reception area. To be honest, she flinched at both him calling her 'sweetheart' and the gentle touch.

"You didn't tell me it's going to be such a luxurious hotel." Shana purred, brushing her hand on his shirt-clad chest. Surprise flashed on his eyes.

He grinned. "You know me, sweetheart, especially when we are alone, and in bed." Shana didn't know him or how he was in bed at all—and she isn't going to dwell on that irresistible thought but smiled, adding some seductive features on.

They were standing by the reception counter by now and the reception lady smiled warmly at them. "May I get you both a room?"

Rick shifted his gaze from Shana to her, his tone went business-like, his hand on the small of her back gone. "I had a suite booked under the name Brandon earlier this morning."