After Sleeping with My Returnee Boss Chapter 2

It was my first business trip with Marcus in the six months he’d been here.

The driver, Ben, was already waiting downstairs. He saw me get out of my cab and even helped with my luggage. As we were chatting, Marcus came down, a laptop bag in one hand, deep in a phone call.

He handed the bag to me, his eyes gesturing for me to get in the car first. I settled into my seat, and he continued his call for another couple of minutes. Through the window, I unabashedly sized him up.

He really was gorgeous. A perfect six-foot-two frame, a meticulously styled haircut, a strong nose, and sharp, intelligent eyes. When he wasn't smiling, he had an untouchable air, but when he did, he was like a dangerously charming fox. No wonder women were falling all over him. I’d heard rumors that models and actresses were pursuing him. Who would be the lucky one to finally snag him?

Marcus hung up and pulled open the car door. Our eyes met. He gave me a quick, assessing glance, then another.

I immediately straightened up, staring straight ahead, trying to suppress the frantic beating of my heart and project an aura of pure professionalism.

Then I heard him speak.

“Move over.”

Three seconds later, I practically launched myself to the other side of the car as if the seat were on fire.

“Oh! Right, of course.”

Marcus got in and closed the door. As the car pulled away, I turned to stare out my window, my mind racing.

Damn it, that was so embarrassing!