Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139 Wingman

Damian offered, "I can lend you some cash."

"I can't pay it back!"

"I'll let you pay it off bit by bit."

Beatrice twiddled with her spoon.

For a moment, she was tempted by the offer, but then she snapped herself back to reality.

What am I daydreaming about? That's like reaching for the stars!

Trying to calm her fluttering heart, she clumsily changed the subject. "Hey, what's in these ravioli? Is it pork or beef? I can't tell the taste."

Damian let out a hearty laugh.

He scooped up a ravioli from his bowl and held it out to her. "Can't tell? It's full of 'coward meat'—scaredy-cats that want to have fun but shirk responsibility and just want to pig out."

Beatrice buried her face in embarrassment.

Oh, please stop! I know I was wrong!

In the distance, three people were watching the scene.

Well, make that four, as Killian had joined them with his breakfast.

Violet propped her chin on her hands and beamed. "This is so darn cute."

Killian took a sip of his soup. "Knowing him, it might not be as rosy as it seems. He's probably stewing inside."

"Really?" Violet eyed the beaming Damian in the distance. "He doesn't look mad at all. He seems happy."

"Trust me, you learn quickly when you spend enough time around him," Killian replied with a knowing glance.

Ethan chimed in, "Don't listen to Killian; Mr. Crowley is the best guy ever. Seriously, he's the greatest."

"Shut it, you fanboy! Your opinion doesn't count!" Violet shot back.

*****

Beatrice didn't finish her ravioli before making a hasty exit.

In her room, she headed straight for the shower.

As the hot water cascaded over Beatrice, her mind spiraled back to the heated moments of the night before.

Perhaps the water was too hot or his kiss was too much; the more she replayed it, the more out of sorts she felt. With a hand lingering where Damian had touched her, Beatrice instinctively squeezed her legs together, her breath becoming shallow and uneven.

This is bad. I used to be such a good girl, never had guys on the brain. Now? My mind's in the gutter. I've got to get a grip.

Wrapping herself in a towel, she contemplated whether it was time to buy an electronic masturbator to help balance her hormones.

"Did you drink in the shower again?" Violet teased, noticing Beatrice's flushed cheeks.

With a guilty heart, Beatrice retorted, "The water was just a bit too hot."

"I think your heart is racing a bit, too."

Beatrice didn't respond.

She walked to her closet, searching for something to wear.

Violet tiptoed over and caught sight of the hickey on her chest. "Holy smokes! Damian's such a wildcat!"

As she spoke, she firmly grabbed Beatrice by the shoulders. "I'm gonna ask you a serious question."

"Zip it. I'm not telling you a thing," Beatrice retorted, cutting Violet off.

Violet let out a disappointed pout. "Are we not BFFs anymore?"

Beatrice coolly brushed Violet's hand away. "You need to find a boyfriend. Sometimes, you just gotta take a leap of faith and try it yourself."

Violet stomped off, rendered speechless, and made her way to the common area.

Finding a boyfriend ain't a walk in the park! It's not like I don't wanna have one!

A short while later, Beatrice emerged, all dressed up and ready to go. "Violet, I've got something important to tell you."

She plopped down and spilled the beans about what Damian had told her the previous night, including Noah's uncle's invitation to meet up that day.

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