Sleeping With My Boss: A Standalone Novel (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story) (A Dirty Office Romance) (137 page)

Mother and I both got new gowns for the
Christmas Eve party. Mother insisted on paying for mine even though I told her
more than once that I could afford to buy my own clothes now.

“Nonsense, it’ll just be an additional
Christmas gift from me and your father,”

I ultimately gave in and since it was a
Christmas present, I didn’t even look at the price tag. My mother’s gown was an
elegant gold satin ankle-length and mine was a white, off the shoulder
floor-length gown with very fine red and gold piping around the neckline and
one sleeve. We had spent more time shopping than we had planned, so we had to
hurry home and get ready. Adam was picking us all up at six p.m. and it was
already almost four-thirty.

Luis helped us up to the apartment with
our packages and Lady Winston slipped him something and said, “Thank you, Luis.
Merry Christmas to you and your family.” Luis thanked her and wished all of us
the same. As he was getting back on the elevator I saw him glance at what my
mother had placed in his hand. He looked ready to protest, but I shook my head
slightly to let him know that arguing with my mother was a lost cause. He
smiled broadly then and just as the doors slid shut, he placed a hand over his
heart and gave a small bow.

I looked at Mother as we entered the
apartment. She had done a good thing for Luis and his family but gave no
indication that I even realized it as she breezed into the entryway calling for
my father to bring in the rest of our things. I smiled. I only recently started
to notice things about my parents as adults that I hadn’t before. One thing was
the fact that no matter how haughty and harsh my mother liked to pretend she
was, she was just an old softy at heart.

I was ready for the party by the time Adam
rang the bell at six. I opened the door and he took a sharp intake of breath
when he saw me. “Oh my God,” he said, finally. “You are the most beautiful
thing I have ever seen.”

I smiled. “Thank you. You are quite a
vision yourself.”

Adam was wearing a black Armani suit with
satin lapels and a green silk tie. His tie clip and cuff-links were gold and
studded with small diamonds. He wore a black silk shirt under his suit, and it
looked so soft that I couldn’t resist the impulse to touch it softly with my
fingers.

“Wanna rip it off?” he said with a grin.

“Absolutely,” I whispered as I stood on my
tiptoes to give him a kiss. Even in three-inch heels, he towered over me.

My father was waiting for us when we went
into the sitting room. He looked quite dashing himself in a black suit and bow
tie with a crisp white shirt underneath. We sat and waited for Lady Winston
then. Alicia’s father said,

“I can’t remember a time before I sat
around waiting for this woman,”

“But it’s always worth the wait, isn’t
it?” My mother’s voice floated into the room before she did. Adam stood up, and
taking her hand he bowed slightly at the waist to brush his lips to it, “You
look stunning, my lady,” he told her.

I almost laughed out loud when Mother
blushed like a school girl and thanked him. “Are we ready?”

We agreed that we were and we all got our
coats and headed out to the car.

When we arrived at the large conference
center, I was once again in awe of what Marie could accomplish. The decorations
were Christmas themed, but subtle and elegant. The buffet table was layered
with foods that both looked delicious and exuded a mouth-watering aroma. There
was a very large Christmas tree, dressed up with red and white satin bows and
ribbon, with a delicate silver star adorning the top. Marie had somehow managed
to buy gifts, as well, and they all looked professionally wrapped and covered
the floor beneath the tree. Adam and I sat our gifts underneath the tree before
taking our place at the large table in front of the room.

Our table had been reserved for senior and
junior partners and our guests. I was thrilled to see Kyla. We hadn’t had much
chance to spend time together lately due to both of our busy schedules. I
introduced Kyla to my parents, and after we were seated, Kyla whispered,

“Your mother is beautiful. I see why you’re
so pretty now. And your father, he’s quite the silver fox himself.”

I laughed and said, “You really need a
date.”

“Shows how much you know,” Kyla said. “I
happen to have a date, and here he comes now.”

I thought that I was seeing things when I
looked up and Jack was approaching our table.

“Hi,” he said, taking the seat next to
Kyla,

“Hi,” I said back, “You’re Kyla’s date?”

“You needn’t sound so surprised,” Jack
told her. “Kyla and I met at the courthouse one day. We had lunch, and have
gone out a few times since. I just found out today when she asked me to come to
this dinner tonight that you and she were good friends.”

“Yes,” Kyla said in a hushed tone so that
the others at the table couldn’t overhear. “I really didn’t know the two of you
had a history. If this is weird for you….”

“No, no, of course not,” I said, “I was
just surprised, that’s all.”

Kyla smiled, she looked happy that I
wasn’t upset with her. I felt bad. I would have to tell Kyla that Jack was
involved in some shady business. I couldn’t risk her getting hurt. I would wait
until after the holidays, though, so as not to ruin them for her. I saw the
look on Adam’s face when he noticed Jack at our table. He motioned his head at
me and stood up. I stood up as well, and Adam excused us both. I followed him
to a small alcove that led to the restrooms.

“What is he doing here?” Adam asked.

“He’s Kyla’s date,” I said with a pained
expression.

“Oh Jeez, that’s just what Kyla needs! I
hadn’t had time to tell you yet about my afternoon. I suppose now it’s
imperative that I do.”

Adam told me about going to Alex’s and the
conversation he had eavesdropped on between Alex and Jack. He also told me
about meeting with David and discovering the bugs in the office.

I was appalled. “Jack was in on the murders?
I knew he was into some risky business, but I never would have imagined…murder?
Oh my gosh, Adam, we have to warn Kyla.”

“I know,” he said. “Let’s wait until
tomorrow, though. She’s here with all of us tonight so we know she’s safe. Kyla
has no stake in anything that has been going on. Jack would have no motive for
wanting to harm her.”

“Okay,” I agreed. “But if she tries to
leave with him, I don’t know if I can sit back and just watch it happen.”

“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to
it, okay?” I nodded and he kissed my forehead softly. “Let’s go eat, drink, and
make merry for now. I’m postponing the espionage until after the holidays. Care
to join me?”

“Alright, 007,” I teased, “We’ll resume
the spy vs. spy routine later. Let’s go get a plate before all of the lobster
is gone, it looks delicious.” Adam smiled and put his arm around her waist,
“I’ll never figure out how you eat like you do and keep looking so hot.”

“Good genes,” I said. “Look at mother.”

********

Dinner was excellent. After it was over,
Mac and Adam took the small stage and microphone at the center of the room. We
thanked all of our employees for coming, and for all of their hard work and
dedication over the past year. Envelopes were handed out one by one then, with
bonus checks inside for all.

When they finished, the gift exchange took
place, and then the live band started playing music for dancing. Adam and I
danced to a slow song, and as we swayed slowly to the beat, the party and the
rest of the room disappeared for a while. We both knew this was right, and
couldn’t wait for the day when we were husband and wife.

While we were taking a break from dancing,
I noticed Jack and Kyla on the floor. She looked radiant in her red dress with
the plunging neckline and her dark, blonde hair pulled up high and small curls
falling down around her face. I felt another pang of sadness that I would have
to dash my friend’s hopes about this man.

I looked around the rest of the dance
floor. My parents were dancing together, holding each other and in perfect
step. I hoped that mine and Adam’s marriage was still that strong after so many
years. I saw Adam’s partner Mac and his wife dancing. They looked happy, as
well. Christmas was a magical time of year, no doubt about it. It had a way of
erasing all of the bad things that had happened the year prior, if only for a
little while.

I looked back at Adam and noticed him
watching Jack and Kyla. He looked as if he could hardly control his emotions. I
knew that he was thinking of Marjorie and what Jack had done or had arranged to
be done to her. I reached out and put my hand on his arm. He slid it around me
and pulled me in close to his side.

“When this is all over, I’m going to punch
that SOB in the mouth,” he whispered in my ear.

“Me, too,” I agreed, making him laugh.

The evening was a big hit with everyone. I
put my parents into a car around midnight and they headed back to the
apartment. Adam and I stayed until two am, when the party finally started
breaking up. As I hugged Kyla and said goodnight, I couldn’t help it I said,

“You’re not taking him home with you,
right?”

Kyla looked at me with a raised eyebrow
and said, “What kind of loose woman do you think I am? We’ve barely started
dating. There will be no sex for a few more weeks.”

I smiled. God, I loved this woman. “Be
safe,” I whispered to my friend. “We’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

I was having a brunch at the apartment for
my family and close friends. “Of course, see you then. Merry Christmas,
friend.”

“Merry Christmas, Kyla, I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Kyla told me before
taking Jack by the arm. Jack wished me and Adam both a Merry Christmas and as
they walked towards the exit, I wanted so badly to yell “stop” and make him
leave Kyla there with us. I glanced at Adam’s face, and realized that he was having
a hard time not acting on the same impulse.

“Let’s get you home,” Adam said, taking me
by the hand. “Santa Claus will be here soon.”

I giggled, “You mean Father Christmas?” I
said, referring to the jolly man who visited me on Christmas as a child.

“Before we get married, you’ll have to
sign over rights to teaching our children the proper names for things here in
America. Your English is not so good.”

He said our children. I felt a warm glow
flood my veins. I laughed then and said, “My English is perfect, just not mixed
with grammar and made-up sayings like yours.”

********

I slept amazingly well that night. I
dreamed of being married to Adam, living in a big house in the suburbs. In my
dream, we had three children. Two of them were boys and had their father’s dark
hair and handsome smile. The youngest was a little girl with her mother’s
auburn hair and dimples. We were barbecuing as a family in the dream, and were
all just about to jump into the large blue swimming pool when I woke up. I
wasn’t sure what had woken me at first, but then I took a deep breath and the
smell of my father’s famous Belgian waffles reached my nose. I could also smell
fresh brewed coffee. I reached for my robe and slipped on my fuzzy slippers and
went out to join him.

I found him in the sitting room before a
roaring fire with a platter of waffles, butter and maple syrup, and a carafe of
the wonderful smelling coffee. “Good morning, and Merry Christmas, sweetheart.
Sit down and I’ll pour you a cup of coffee.”

“Good morning, Daddy, and Merry Christmas
to you,” I said, giving him a kiss on his cheek before sitting down. He poured
me a cup of the steaming coffee from the carafe and after I took a long, very
satisfying sip I said,

“It’s been so good having you and Mother
here for the holidays. I’m going to miss you so much when you leave next week.”

My father took my hand in his. “I’ll miss
you, too. I’m glad we came. It was not only good to see you and meet Adam, but
to see how well you’ve done for yourself makes us so proud. It sets our minds
at ease that you are okay way over here by yourself.”

“Aw, Daddy, I’m not by myself. Adam is
always close by.”

“Until I met him, I couldn’t be sure…”

“Are you sure now?”

“Yes, I think you’ve made a good choice
there for a husband. I will still reserve the right to worry, though. I am
after all your father. That never changes no matter how old you get, how
successful you are, or how many husbands you have.”

I smiled and laid my head on my father’s
shoulder. “You know no matter how many husbands I have and for the record, I
only plan on having the one, you will always be my first love.”

My father kissed my head and we sat there
like that in silence for a bit. Mother came in a while later, and the silence
was broken. “Let’s give her our gift now before everyone gets here,” Mother
told my father.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Adam?” he asked.

Mother had always been the one to give out
gifts early and not keep secrets until Christmas morning. I imagined the wait
for today had been especially hard on her being that we had been living
together for the past couple of weeks.