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  My Hot Boss

  Betty Shreffler

  Contents

  My Hot Boss

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Epilogue

  Also by Betty Shreffler

  About the Author

  My Hot Boss

  Published By Betty Shreffler

  Copyright © 2017 by Betty Shreffler

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Printed in the USA.

  ISBN 978-0692907047

  Editor: Sandy Ebel—Personal Touch Editing

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  Cover Design: Dani Rene—Raven Designs

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  Ever have one of those moments in your life where you think—This. Is. Not. My. Finest. Moment. Ever since meeting Grayson Cole, that very phrase has gone through my head far too many times. It started with the very first time I met him. My best friend Megan coaxed me, and by coaxed, I mean dragged me off my couch, threw clothes at me and demanded I come out with her or our friendship would irrevocably end. Yep, that’s her. My Megan. A spunktastic, larger than life, bestie with short, jet black hair and large, brown, doe eyes. Her bold personality either terrifies you or makes you want to cuddle her. There’s no in between.

  Three weeks prior, my ex broke up with me. Stupid me never saw it coming. Everything in my mind was fucking fantastic, but then the terrible words dripped from his mouth. “I need some space.” Those words led to him moving out of our apartment the next day while I worked my ass off, unknowing, that the last two years of my life spent building a future with him was now dust in the wind.

  Walking into my apartment that afternoon was gut-wrenching. Several calls to his phone led to texts responses of, “We’ve grown apart.” “I love you, but I need to work on me.” “I’ve started seeing someone else.” Shit, that went south fast.

  Squeezing my phone in my hand as if I could crush it with pure anger, I slumped against the wall and bawled my eyes out. You know the kind of crying where snot puddles on your upper lip and you can only partially breathe through one nostril. That night I buried my feelings in a whole tub of cookies and cream and then lost all feelings at the bottom of a wine bottle followed by lighting every photo of Derrick and me on fire in my kitchen sink, which may have set off the fire alarm. Ok, that might have been my first—This is not my finest moment.

  That all leads to Megan demanding I get beautiful, liquored up, and conquer the battlefield of love again.

  Dressed in heels that say—yes, I like to fuck with just these on—completes my pretty, blue, dress and long, loose waves of my chestnut hair.

  Inside the bar, Sin, is a decor of black and white with bits of royal blue circles and swirls along the wall. If I stand in the wrong spot, between my dress and the flashing lights, my torso disappears and my head, arms, and legs glow. Not at all conducive to trying to get noticed by the opposite sex.

  The bar is my refuge. Megan and I practically race there for different reasons, of course. I need the courage and to forget my lingering sorrow, while she wants to get her dancing legs ready. I finish off my Mojito as she points at potential candidates for me.

  “Oh Em, what about that one?” She tilts her glass in the direction of a decent looking guy with a gray suit and perfectly cut hair talking with two of his friends.

  A grimace sneaks onto my face.

  Megan rolls her eyes below her long, dark lashes. “And what’s wrong with that guy?”

  Truth. He isn’t Derrick.

  “Girl, I’m telling you, the best way to start getting over Derrick is to find someone that makes you forget all about him.”

  “Stay out of my head.”

  “You need to stay out of your own head. Here, try this.”

  Handing me her drink, she winks and shoves it closer when I look at her questioningly.

  “Oh, go on. You’ll like it.”

  With a tilt of my head, I give in and sip the fruity alcoholic drink. Megan’s hand pushes at the bottom of the glass and holds it against my lips until I finish every drop. She giggles when I remove the empty glass.

  “You’ll thank me later.”

  With the liquor warming my body, I lean against the bar and smile. “I better.”

  Reaching up, she slips her hand in my bent arm. “Even if you don’t meet someone, it’s a night off from thinking about Derrick the asshole. Now, let’s go dance, pretty Princess. Maybe Prince Charming is here waiting for you to dance in front of his eyes.”

  It doesn’t take much for the liquor to take effect, and before long, I’m losing myself to the rhythm of the music, swaying my hips and moving my arms in the air. For a time, I’ve forgotten all about my misery in the love department. When the song changes, I throw my thumb over my shoulder. “I’m heading to the bathroom.”

  Megan nods and moves toward the bar. “I’ll get us some more drinks.”

  In my haste to reach the toilet, I turn the corner and smack right into a tall man wearing a light yellow dress shirt with rolled up sleeves and charcoal gray slacks. A tattoo peeks out beneath his right sleeve and on his wrist is a shiny silver watch, giving him a professional look. As my gaze raises to his face, I have to remind myself to breathe. His dark brown, styled hair is spiked up every which way and a trimmed beard covers the bottom half of his beautiful face. The eyes looking back at me, though, are what makes my body pop and sizzle and my vagina scream, him, he’s the one! Those ice blue-green eyes indicate that there’s intelligence with a spark of mystery behind them. I long to know more about the mysterious bit.

  “Hey Princess, you okay?” A smooth, deep baritone fills my ears, followed by Mr. Gorgeous waving his hand in my face.

  A giggle escapes me. “That’s what my best friend calls me.”

  “There she is.”

  I step back, realizing I’m still within his strong arms and inches from his kissable face.

  “Sorry about that. I’m Emma Williams.” Reaching my hand out, I await him to take it.

  The corner of his mouth raises into the sexiest, humored smile I’ve ever seen. My vagina heats up and my heartbeat races like I’ve just run a marathon. That smile, those lips, the way his eyes crinkle and spark, are too hot for my lacy panties. What’s left of them anyway. I’m pretty sure they melted the moment my eyes had the pleasure of meeting his handsome face.

  Mr. Gorgeous takes my hand, turns it, then raises, and kisses it. The touch of his warm lips against my skin sends a flutter of arousal
shooting right through me. “Nice to meet you, Emma.”

  Another girlish giggle slips out, embarrassing me further. “You just kissed my hand.”

  A brow raises as if he is challenging me to say I didn’t like it. “I did. It felt right.”

  “You’re too damn cute.”

  “So are you. You want to have a drink with me when you come back out?”

  “Yes.” The word races out of my mouth and my cheeks flush. Too quick, Em.

  His delicious smile returns and I let out a breath. When he releases my hand, I put it back to my side, surprised at how comfortable it felt with him.

  “I’ll see you at the bar. What do you like to drink?”

  “A blackberry Mojito.”

  “Nice choice.” He winks, then walks away, heading to the bar.

  The moment he’s gone the warmth of his presence is sucked out of the air. The temperature feels cooler and my body is eager to return to him. Rushing to the bathroom, I pull my phone out of my purse and immediately text Megan. I have no shame, I pee and text.

  Met hottie on way to bathroom. He is buying me a drink. Yellow shirt, gray slacks, to die for looks. Mine. All mine. ;)

  When I reach the sink, my phone dings.

  I see him. He’s smokin'. Get it, girl. ;)

  Returning to the bar has my heart pitter-pattering with excitement. I catch his attention and his incredible smile lights up his face. As I settle onto the stool next to him, he slides my drink toward me, then turns his stool to face me.

  Taking the drink in my hand, I sip the refreshing liquid and smile. “Thank you—”

  “Grayson Cole,” he finishes.

  My brows raise an inch. “Love your name. Grayson Cole. Sounds so sexy.”

  “Well, Princess, I do like the sound of it coming from your lips.”

  Warmth spreads through me and I giggle. “I like that you call me Princess.”

  “Good, I like it too. So, Princess, tell me all about you.”

  Swirling the tiny, red straw in my drink, I think about what to share. “How much do you want to know?”

  Raising his glass to his lips, he takes a drink of what looks like whiskey or scotch, then sets his eyes on me. “Everything.”

  “I’m a book agent. I live around here. I don’t have any pets. Would love a puppy, but I’m not home enough to care for it. I like having a drink with dinner. I eat out often. I’m not a great cook. Ok, maybe I’m a pretty good cook, but I like food better when I don’t have to cook it. My guilty pleasure is chocolate, bubble baths, and erotic novels. I don’t have any siblings. I love the color peach and my best friend is Megan and she’s somewhere in this club.”

  Tapping his finger on his glass, he smiles and his square jaw flexes. My nipples harden against my dress and for the first time his eyes lower to my chest and then return to my eyes. “Erotic novels, huh?”

  I laugh and bring my Mojito to my lips. “Is that all you got from that, Grayson?”

  Leaning forward, he draws my body to his. Raising his hand, he swipes a loose hair and places it behind my ear. The smell of his cologne assaults my senses and I close my eyes breathing in his rich, incredible scent. My lip slides between my teeth and I open my eyes to his gaze steady on me.

  “I heard every bit and, Emma Williams, I’m completely intrigued. Would you like to dance with me?”

  “Yes,” the word slips out of my mouth dripping with sexual desire.

  Taking my hand, he leads me onto the dance floor and I slide into his arms as he wraps them around my waist, putting his chest to my back. Not only is Grayson sexy as fuck, he has moves. Moves that make my body ignite, creating sparks of arousal detonating at my core. His breath is hot on my ear as he whispers, “You smell incredible and feel even better.”

  A bulge is tight against my ass and I push back against him. Too many drinks and my desire has me thinking about where I’d like that bulge to end up. With those wicked thoughts flashing through my mind, he turns me to face him, and his lips claim mine. His tongue diving in and out between my lips has me so turned on I want to climb him, here, now, in front of all the people in the club. Sensing my need, he leads me off the dance floor, pins me to the nearest wall and continues his mouth fucking.

  Pulling away, he takes a breath. “Emma, this is incredibly pretentious of me, but I want to take you home with me. I think you want it too.”

  Biting my lip, I debate; be shameless and give into my desires or slow this train before it’s speeding too fast for me. Fuck it. I deserve to have an incredibly hot man make love to me, one who wants me as much as I want him. “Let’s go.”

  Grayson takes my hand, pulling me through the crowd. Anticipation builds in my gut as we near the exit. I’m dizzy with lust and my body is warm with intense desire. Stepping out the doors, the summer heat hits me like a tidal wave. Nausea churns in my stomach. No, no, please no, don’t be sick. My hand goes to my mouth and I turn away from Grayson. I attempt to make a mad dash back inside and I curl over. Won’t be making it anywhere. I throw up into the grassy area by the doors, horrified by what just happened. I’m quickly made aware of Grayson’s presence by the sound of his voice asking me if I’m okay. I open my eyes and see black shoes covered in little bits of spatter. Here you go. This is where it happens.

  This. Is. Not. My. Finest. Moment.

  “Oh my God. I’m so sorry,” I squeak out, more embarrassed than I’ve ever felt in my life.

  Grayson places his hand on my back and rubs gently. “Don’t worry about it. They’re just shoes.”

  I can’t even look at him. Standing up straight, I wipe my mouth and then as gracefully as possible, I turn to face him. His expression is empathetic, not at all horrified like I am. Any recovery from this is impossible.

  “I think I need to find Megan and call it a night.”

  “I understand. Let me see your phone.”

  Pulling it out of my purse, I hand it to him. He plugs his number in and hands it back to me. “Call me soon.”

  Grayson walks me back inside and when I see Megan, I point to her. “There she is. I’m gonna let her know I’m heading home. Thanks for a great night.”

  With a kiss to my cheek, he smiles, then leaves the club.

  I rush to Megan sitting at the bar, talking to a good-looking redhead—her favorite type—and bury my face into her shoulder. She pats my cheek. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m gonna head home.”

  “Why? What happened?”

  Nodding to her male friend, I give a friendly smile, then turn to face her. “I’ll explain later. Have a good rest of your night. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

  Her bottom lip juts out. “Ok, babe. You sure?”

  I nod. “Yeah, for sure. Thanks for coaxing me out.” Waving, I head outside.

  Once out the door, I avoid the disaster area that coils my stomach just thinking about it and pull out my phone to call a cab. Arrangements are made and as I hang up a larger man bumps into me when he opens the club door for the woman accompanying him. My body jolts forward and my phone goes flying through the air and smashes on the ground.

  “Shit!”

  The man doesn’t even apologize. Just disappears inside without a word. Disgruntled, I quickly pick up my phone. Turning it over reveals a shattered screen. I try to turn it on and nothing. Tears prickle my eyes. With a heavy breath, I shove my phone back into my purse and fight back the returning nausea as I wait for the cab.

  A month later, I’m sitting at my office desk, nibbling on my red pen as I read through a super hot sex scene from a book submission called, She Likes It Hot. Well, yes, this girl does. My legs are tight together; I’m getting all hot and bothered reading this scene and totally wishing I was home, alone, with my vibrator.

  This past month I’ve daydreamed one too many times about Grayson Cole. Because life likes to torture me, I was never able to call him. I had to replace my phone and any new contacts that had been added since my last backup were gone. I tried to Facebook stalk Gra
yson with no success. Who doesn’t have a Facebook nowadays? I thought it was mandatory for anyone under thirty-five.

  So now, because of him, and my unquenched desires, I’ve been reading every erotic book submission in my email this past month. This one is particularly naughty and I’m loving it, but not my current reading location.

  I rub my thighs together as another wave of arousal moves through my body. Fuck, this book is good. Definitely sending this author kudos and a contract.

  A tap on my door jolts my body, and I drop my pen. I clear my throat and with flushed cheeks, I turn to face our Human Resources Rep, Claire, standing in my doorway in her cute gray sweater and maroon skinny pants with pretty heels. Her red hair cascades down her back in loose waves like mine. Come to think of it there’s a lot of us women working here with long hair. My old Boss must have had a thing for it. He hired all of us, but he’s recently moved on to another branch of the agency in New York. Good for him, but I prefer it here in Florida where the weather is warm.

  “Sorry to interrupt you. Looks like you were reading something good.” She giggles and shifts her footing.

  “Yyyyess. Oh my God, it’s so good. Might have to send you this one.”

  “Please do. You know I love the naughty ones. So, I have news to share.”

  Leaning back in my chair I get cozy, readying myself for something juicy. “Do tell, sista.”

  Her toothy grin spreads wide before she lowers her voice. “You have a new Boss and he’s hot-as-fuck.”

  Now my heart is racing. “What? When? Who? When does he start?”

  She steps further into my office. “He starts today. He’s making his rounds now, introducing himself. Wait ‘til you see him!”