THE Like a Boss SERIES OF SEXY BILLIONAIRE OFFICE ROMANCES
“I’d rather be this man’s for one night
than belong to someone ordinary for a lifetime.”
One company, four directors, four steamy contemporary office romances, all bursting at the seams with sweet sizzle!
Fans of Lauren Blakely will love these funny, sexy romances!
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TAKING CHARGE (LIKE A BOSS BOOK 1)
My new temp doesn’t quite have the level of sophistication I’ve grown used to with secretaries from the recruitment agency. She’s only been here ten minutes, and she’s already gotten stuck in the elevator, blown up her computer, and caused the coffee machine to explode all over the floor. She says technology hates her, but I’m beginning to suspect her secretarial skills aren’t the reason she wants to work at my company.
Part of me wants to fire the agency for wasting my time and send Colette and her sassy smile packing.
The other part of me has very different ideas of what do with her.
Is there more to her than her smart mouth, tight skirt, and high heels?
What does she really want from me?
EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER ONE
“Elenora!” I wait ten seconds, then yell again, louder this time. “Elenora!”
After a brief interlude, my baby sister appears in the doorway to my office with her hands on her hips and a furious glare. “Will you stop shouting? I can hear you all the way down the corridor.”
“That was the plan.” I bang my coffee mug on the desk. “Where the hell is today’s temp? It’s eight thirty, for Christ’s sake. I’m usually on my third cup by now.”
My last PA was inconsiderate enough to let her husband get her pregnant, and the secretary that HR has hired to cover her maternity leave can’t start for another five days, so at the moment I’m stuck with temps. It doesn’t improve my mood, which is never good anyway on a Monday morning, especially when I haven’t had sex over the weekend.
Elen purses her lips, and I’m sure her lips curve up a little at the corners. “Are you telling me you still don’t know how to work the coffee machine?”
“I’m a busy man,” I snap. “I don’t have time for insignificant details. Will you make me a coffee?”
“Absolutely not. The temp won’t be long. She’s stuck in the elevator.”
My eyebrows rise. “How did she manage that?”
“I’ve no idea, but maintenance is working on it, and she’ll be here any moment to satisfy your every whim. Except that one,” she adds at my wry smile. “You remember our rule about not banging the temps, right?”
“Your rule,” I remind her.
“You need to start dating again.”
I run my hand through my hair. I’m not in the mood for being teased this morning. “Elen…”
She rolls her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re so frickin’ choosy with both secretaries and girlfriends. How long ago did you split up with Rachel? The sooner you get laid, the better all our lives are going to be.”
“Get out of my office!” I bellow.
Laughing, she leaves, only to stop a few feet from the door. I hear her greet someone—the new temp, by the sounds of it. I’m not in the mood for some dorky eighteen-year-old who can’t find her way out of an elevator. I throw myself in my chair and glare at the door as Elen reappears with her.
“Seb,” Elen says, “this is Colette. Please be nice to her. Colette, meet Sebastian Wright. You have the questionable honor of being at his beck and call for the week. Don’t mind him—his bark is worse than his bite.”
I turn my glare to the young woman who approaches my desk, and, for a moment, I can’t breathe.
She’s tallish for a girl, curvy, and wearing a smart, dark-gray suit. The skirt is a respectable inch above her knees, and the white blouse has the top few buttons undone, giving a tantalizing glimpse of pale skin leading down to what I’m sure will be even paler breasts. For once, though, I’m captivated by the view farther up. Her hair is blonde, pinned in what I guess is supposed to be a presentable style, but wayward strands tumble around her face in a way that makes me imagine her walking around my apartment in the early morning sunshine wearing only my shirt. She’s girl-next-door pretty, with freckles across her nose and a wide, full mouth. But it’s her eyes that hold me, the brightest blue I’ve ever seen on a real person, full of an audacious amusement that tells me she’s going to be trouble.
For fuck’s sake. This I don’t need.
Attack’s the best form of defense, right?
“You’re late.” I lean back in my chair and try to ignore my pounding heart.
“Got stuck in the elevator,” she replies, not intimidated at all by my glare. “Technology hates me. Although that’s probably not something I should tell my employer on my first day.” She winks.
Elen laughs. “I’ll get Mrs. Stubbs,” she says, referring to the head secretary. “She’ll show you your desk and run through the basics with you.” She vacates the room, leaving me alone with the sassy blonde.
We eye each other for a moment. I’m not quite sure how to handle her. Usually, a glare from me is enough to send a new secretary scurrying from the room with her tail between her shapely legs. I have a reputation among the secretarial staff as being critical and demanding. It’s taken me years to cultivate that, and I’m not used to being challenged.
“Was that you yelling?” she asks.
“I haven’t had a coffee yet,” I tell her by way of explanation, showing her my empty cup.
“Lost the use of your legs?” she enquires.
I get slowly to my feet. “Miss…”
She bites her bottom lip for a moment, then admits, “Watson.”
“Miss Watson, you’ve walked in late on your first day in a new job. Do you really think smart-mouthing one of the directors is the best way to begin your working day?”
She eyes me thoughtfully, and I can see her thinking about how to reply. She’s intelligent, this one—this is no naive school-leaver I can control by sheer force of personality.
“Sorry,” she says eventually. “My last boss was pretty informal, but I can see you like to work with a bit more… discipline.”
That just conjures up the idea of putting her over my knee. I narrow my eyes. Is she being purposefully impertinent? I get the feeling she’s trying not to laugh.
“What do you prefer?” she asks softly. “Seb or Sebastian?”
“Mr. Wright will do just fine.”
“Sure thing.” She wrinkles her nose at me. “How about I get you a coffee, and we start over?”
She approaches and reaches across my desk for my mug. I top her by about six inches and have to fight not to look down her blouse as she bends forward. The last thing I need is this minx suing me for sexual harassment.
She straightens and looks up, and I experience the strange sensation of time slowing to halt.
I hold her gaze for a long, long time.
To my pleasure, in contrast with her impudent behavior, the apples of her cheeks stain a pretty pink. Not quite as sassy as she makes out, then.
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