Babysitting The Boss

20. Unwanted Guest

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June should have known that it was all empty words. This was Heath Robbins we were talking about. She did not know what she was thinking when she told him that if he wanted to prove his regret and that he was apologetic, then he should be more responsible at work.

But apparently, Heath had taken that advice and thrown it out of the window. The office was in shambles. Papers were scattered everywhere, his coffee was cold, and he was playing games on his laptop when she walked in.

"Heath, what is this?" June asked, her voice tight with irritation.

Heath looked up from his laptop, his eyes wide with surprise. "Hey, babe," he said, his smile fading as he took in her expression. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" June echoed, her voice incredulous. "You're what's wrong! This place is a mess, and you're playing games? After everything we talked about?"

Heath sighed, shutting his laptop with a snap. "Look, I had a late night," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "But I've got it under control."

"And what exactly did you have a late night with?" June was getting more irritated. "f*****g me."

"Making love, babe, making love." Heath corrected.

June rolled her eyes. "Whatever you call it, it's not an excuse to be a slacker!"

"I'm not a slacker!" Heath protested, his voice rising. "I've just got a lot on my plate right now."

"Like?" June wanted to know what such misery that her boyfriend was going through that she was not aware of.

Heath sighed, his eyes flickering to the floor. "Just...stuff," he mumbled.

June's anger grew. "Don't 'just stuff' me, Heath," she said, her voice tight. "You promised you'd be more professional."

Heath's jovial facade cracked, revealing a hint of frustration. "I know, but it's not that simple," he said, his eyes pleading. "There's a lot of pressure with George around."

"Why is there pressure?" June was confused. "You and he have completely different scopes of work."

"It's not just that," Heath sighed, running his hand through his hair. "It's...he's always watching. And when he sees me mess up, it's like he's just waiting for the perfect moment to jump in and take over. Take you away."

June sighed. "I thought you both sought things out."

"We did," Heath said, his eyes meeting hers. "But now that he knows about us, it's different. He's always looking for a way to get the upper hand."

June's heart sank. She didn't want to be a prize in their sibling rivalry, but she knew that's what she had become. "So what are we going to do?" she asked, her voice softer now.

Heath took a deep breath. "I'm going to talk to him," he said, his jaw set. "I'll make it clear that you're mine and that I won't tolerate any more of his games."

June's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt. "And what if he doesn't listen?"

Heath stepped closer to her, his hand coming up to cup her face. "Then we'll deal with it," he said, his voice firm. "But I'm not going to let him come between us again."

And with that, he leaned in and kissed her, his lips pressing against hers in a way that made her toes curl. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if he was trying to erase the tension of the past few days with one touch. June melted into him, her anger dissipating like mist in the sun.

They stumbled over to the couch, their mouths never breaking contact. Heath's hands roamed over her body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and dip. June felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her irritation giving way to a simmering desire.

"Heath, we should stop-"

"Let's not talk about work right now," Heath murmured against her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

June's breath hitched, and she knew she was losing the battle. She didn't want to talk about George or the office or anything else that wasn't Heath and her. She wanted to get lost in the passion that only he could stir in her. She allowed him to lay her down on the couch, her body trembling with need.

Heath kissed her deeply, his hands working their magic, unbuttoning her blouse and cupping her breasts. His touch was like fire, burning away the stress and the doubt. He kissed down her body, peeling away her clothes until she was laid bare before him. His eyes roamed over her, full of hunger and admiration.

But just as she was about to give in to the passion, there was a knock on the door. June's eyes shot open, reality crashing back down around her. "f**k!" she hissed, pushing Heath away.

"Relax babe." Heath was not at all fazed. He placed an open-mouthed kiss on her lips and called out, "Unless it has something to do with the upcoming conference details we are discussing scram!"

June's heart was racing. She watched as Heath took his sweet time getting up from the couch, his eyes never leaving hers. He walked over to the door, his stride confident and sure. She couldn't help but admire the way his ass looked in his tailored pants. The knock came again, more insistent this time.

"Who is it?" Heath called out, his voice gruff with desire.

"It's George," the voice on the other side of the door was cool and collected. "I need to talk to you, June. It's important."

June's heart sank. This was the last thing she needed right now. She looked at Heath, who was now fully dressed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Stay here," she whispered, fixing his attire, her voice tight. "I'll handle this."

With a nod, Heath leaned against the wall, his arms folded over his chest. June took a deep breath and walked over to the door, her hand shaking slightly as she turned the knob. George stood in the hallway, his expression unreadable. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice cooler than she felt.

"Can we talk?" George's eyes flicked to Heath before returning to hers. "In private."

June nodded, her stomach in knots. "Give us a minute," she told Heath, her voice tight. He nodded, his eyes never leaving her. She stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind her.

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