8 Ways Onto The Naughty List
by Rita Sawyer
erotic contemporary novella
$2.54
For two years, Patsy had been working for, and lusting after, her boss, Dexter. Unable to keep hiding her feelings she tries to quit, but her boss refuses to let her out of her contract. Furious, she devises a plan to get herself fired, but everything she does fails to make him mad. She even goes as far as coming onto him, but instead of firing her, he says he wants to take things between them to a more personal level. Now she’s wondering if he’s serious or just trying to keep his assistant?
This book has been previously published under the same title.
EXCERPT
She glanced back at him as she walked into the file/supply room. He stood his ground, refusing to give her the satisfaction of following her. They were going to talk before she left, but on his terms not hers. He sat on the edge of her desk and listened to her bang the drawers open and closed. She didn’t know it yet, but he could be patient when it was for his benefit. Then again, there were times he needed to act swiftly. It seemed to him that he was going to have to pace himself when it came to dealing with her, in and out of bed.
“How would you like it if I waltzed into your office and sat on your desk?” She called out from the other room, and though he tried not to react to the possibilities of her comment, his cock hardened of its own free will.
He got to his feet, giving it some much needed space. She had no idea how easily she could get a rise out of him. There were times he’d hear her laughing at something a client said, and he’d spend the next twenty minutes blatantly aroused, wondering why she didn’t laugh like that with him. The worse thing was when she’d walk past him and he’d catch a whiff of her perfume. He spent way too many hours trying to identify that damned smell.
Lately it had been so bad he’d been having dreams about exploring her body while trying to guess what it was. He’d start by sniffing her neck and arms, stripping off her clothes as he went. Once he had her naked, he’d search every inch of her to find out where it was the strongest. He’d use his nose to smell her, his hands to feel her silky skin, and his lips and tongue to taste every delectable inch of her. Just when he’d get her to the point where she was burning out of control and writhing beneath him, he’d wake up.
Waking up hard and aching, much like he was right now, thanks to his imagination, was becoming a ritual. One he’d like to end, unless she was going to be there to help him ease his suffering. He knew the first step in making that happen was apologizing. His gait was a little stiff as he walked over to the storage room. They reached the door at the same time, and he ended up blocking her way. Their bodies were inches apart and he couldn’t help but notice her hands shook slightly.
“Excuse me.” The high pitch of her voice was a dead giveaway that their closeness was bothering her too, though probably not for the reasons he wanted.
“Actually, I think this works fine for me. We need to talk.” She opened her mouth and he held up a hand before she could argue. “If you don’t want to talk that’s fine, then you can just listen.”
“I’m off the clock so I don’t have to do either, but if it’ll make you happy, by all means, go right ahead.” She waved her hand between them, circulating the air, wafting that damned scent up to his nostrils.
Everything he planned on saying, his whole perfectly crafted speech, disintegrated in one carnal thought. What would it feel like to bury himself deep inside her? Filled with so much unleashed desire, he was surprised he was able to keep his hands by his sides. All he wanted to do was grab her by the arms and pull her against him. He would give just about anything right now to find out if her body was as soft as he thought it would be. His erection, which had finally started to soften, surged against his zipper once again, making him glad he preferred jeans to slacks.
“Well.” There was a note of gratification, probably at his delayed response evident in Patsy’s voice.
“Damn you!” He didn’t know what was stronger, his urge to throttle her or his need to claim that sassy mouth of hers.
“Me?” Her eyebrows scrunched together as her eyes narrowed on his and he knew he’d made another mistake.
The thin thread holding back his emotions snapped. “Yes, you. I knew exactly what I wanted to say, but the smell of that goddamned perfume of yours is so distracting I forgot.”
Patsy smiled. The little tease actually had the nerve to smile up at him with those twinkling eyes. “I’m so glad you like it, now if that’s all you’ve got to say, I need to be going.”
With that parting shot, she ducked under his arm and fled into the other room. Stunned by her audacity, all he could do was turn and watch her go. With efficient, yet sexy movements she gathered her purse and coat from the closet and marched to the elevator. She stabbed the call button and didn’t even glance back while she stood there waiting for it to arrive. It took a few seconds for the haze to lift and his mind to clear, but in that small amount of time she’d managed to escape, yet again.
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