The Billionaire Boss Next Door by Monroe Max

Author:Monroe, Max
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: novel
Publisher: Max Monroe LLC
Published: 2019-05-14T16:00:00+00:00

Wrong.

Quincy’s laugh is downright obnoxious as he comes through the front door of our apartment building and meets me in the lobby.

I would have stayed upstairs in the hallway, but the only public phone is downstairs at the front desk. Plus, the bastard told me one a.m. delivery service goes no farther than the bottom floor.

“Wow, Turn,” he greets with a smile ten times bigger than my face is even built to accommodate. “This just keeps getting better and better.”

When I called him, I thought keeping the part about being in a towel out of the story would somehow benefit me. Evidently, I forgot that he’d have to find out anyway and that the element of surprise always makes it worse.

“Is there a new fashion trend I should be aware of?”

“Do you have a key or not?” I ask, completely ignoring his question.

“Oh, I’ve got the key,” he says cheerfully. “One I had to procure by waking my girlfriend, dragging her out of bed, taking her to her apartment to get the keys to her parents’ place, and then going there to get it.”

I wince.

“Thankfully for you, they’re on a yacht in the middle of the Mediterranean.”

“Listen, I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but do we really have to do this now? I’ll take you to lunch one day, and you can give me the third degree.”

“Oh no. No, no, no,” Quince replies, shaking his head. “I’m not giving you any time to weasel out of this. No details, no key.”

“Jesus, Quince. When did you become this ruthless?”

“Around eleventh grade. Now, go. Details.” He snaps his fingers, and it’s only the reality that I will have to spend the rest of the night outside of my apartment with no clothes that keeps me from reaching out and slapping his slightly chubby face.

“I opened my door, stepped out in the hall, and the door shut behind me. I didn’t realize it was locked,” I paraphrase, holding out a hand for the key.

He shakes his head, unconvinced. “Nope. Not buying it. No way you’re going to go outside of your apartment in just a towel without a good reason.”

I growl. “I heard a noise, okay? I was checking it out.”

“And you found something, didn’t you?”

“Quince.”

“What did you find, Turn? Tell your good pal, Quincy,” he mocks sweetly, and I sigh.

“Greer.”

“Oh, my, my. This is getting interesting now.”

“She was drunk and thought my door was hers. I helped her into her apartment, and when I went back, the door was locked.”

“Mm-hmm. And what else happened?”

“Nothing,” I stress. This whole teasing tour is all in good fun, but jokes about something happening when Greer clearly couldn’t consent are not.

Quincy steps forward and holds out the key, and I take it swiftly before he has a chance to play any other games.

“Goodnight?” he prompts as I head for the stairs. “Thank you?”

“Fucking goodnight,” I say over my shoulder.

“Did you know it’s customary to be nice to the person who’s done you a favor?” he calls. “Just a little information to tuck away for later.

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