Her Arrogant Boss (The Wright Kind of Wrong Book 1)

by S. E. Roberts

  Once we’re both in his office, I take the seat directly in front of his desk and he shuts the door before walking behind it.

  I pick at a string on my suit jacket I hadn’t noticed before now. Today I’m wearing a teal button-up shirt under the jacket, along with a pinstriped skirt. Suddenly, I’m feeling way overdressed as it’s extremely hot in here.

  “Ms. Monroe.” He clears his throat and I look up at him. “I need your assistance at a charity event I have to attend this evening.”

  I was never told that I’d have to do anything outside of these four walls, so I’m a bit surprised at this.

  “I’m sorry, what?” I look at him, unsure. I didn’t want to have to spend more time around him than I had expected to.

  “It starts at eight o’clock sharp, so I will have my driver pick you up promptly at seven-thirty. It’s black tie, so dress accordingly.”

  Of course, he has a driver. This shouldn’t surprise me after seeing his penthouse, but for some reason, it does.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Wright, but this was not part of the job description.”

  “Ms. Monroe, would you like to make it through an entire day at Wright Enterprises, or do I need to find someone else?”

  Well, shit.

  “I’ll be ready.”

  The rest of my day thankfully goes off without a hitch. Someone from the IT floor brings my computer to the office and sets it up for me. Nellie is making this job bearable right now, but there seem to be a lot more responsibilities than I first thought. The goal is to get out of my sister’s apartment. If I can keep that thought at the forefront of my mind, maybe I can get through this.

  Once I’m off, I quickly call Greta.

  “Hey, Mads, what’s up?”

  I sigh heavily, but the sound of her voice makes me relax some. I wish like hell she could go with me to this thing tonight.

  “I need your help.”

  “With what?” I hear noise in the background and can tell she’s walking outside.

  “I have to go to a charity event tonight.”

  “Are you serious? You never told me that was part of your job.”

  I exit the building and turn left toward Chloe’s apartment.

  “I didn’t know,” I mumble. “Mr. Asshole basically told me that if I don’t go… I don’t have a job.”

  “What a dick.”

  “Anyway, it’s black tie and I have no idea what to wear.”

  I cross Adelaide with the sea of pedestrians, and I can hardly hear her over the noise.

  “Come over and we’ll go through my closet. We’ll make you sexy as hell, Mr. Asshole won’t be able to keep his hands off you.”

  The thought of his hands on me, sends a tingling straight to my lower half. I hate myself for even thinking of him like that, but the man is delicious.

  “I don’t want to look sexy, G. This is for work,” I lie. After the way he’s treated me, he deserves for me to look nothing less than a walking orgasm.

  “You’re the biggest freaking liar.”

  I smile at how well my best friend knows me.

  “Come over in an hour and I’ll have wine ready.”

  We hang up and I immediately feel better about having to go to this event.

  “How was your day?” Chloe asks as I walk through the door. She’s wearing an apron around her waist and looks every bit the housewife. As much as she complains about staying home with Taylor, I know she wouldn’t have it any other way. To say our parents were disappointed in the direction her life went would be the understatement of the century.

  I throw myself dramatically onto the couch. “It was fine. I like the lady I’m replacing, but of course she won’t be there for long. She’s the only person keeping me sane at the moment.”

  She arches an eyebrow at me as she takes the recliner across from me.

  “What about your boss?”

  “He’s still an asshole.” I throw my head back. “He’s making me go to some charity event tonight. I’m meeting Greta in an hour so she can help me get ready.”

  She claps her hands in excitement. My sister loves any excuse to get dolled up.

  “Oh! Can I do your makeup?”

  Before she got married, she went to cosmetology school. I think sometimes she regrets never doing anything with her certificate, but she has fun giving makeovers to Taylor on occasion, and now that I’m living here, I’m the next victim.

  “Why not?”

  I go find my niece, knowing she’ll want her “face painted” and we make our way into Chloe’s room… which she has turned into her own little salon. She faces my back toward the mirror, so I have no idea what she’s doing to me, but I trust her. Where Greta will have me dressed like a skank, my sister is all about natural beauty.

  Once she’s done, I turn to look at my reflection, and I have to say, I look damn good. She swipes some rose-colored gloss onto my lips and then hands me the tube.

  “Keep that in your purse.”

  I feel like I’m about to go to my senior prom, not hang out with my jerk of a boss for the evening. I’ll put on a nice front and then come home and forget this night ever happened. I need this job too much to let him stand in my way.

  Five

  Ian

  I pace the sidewalk in front of the Shirk Center. A part of me wonders if she backed out… not caring that I threatened her job if she didn’t come tonight. Would I blame her? No, not really. But I have a feeling that she needs employment, and won’t let an asshole like me keep her from having that. The thought of her stubbornness causes my cock to go rock-hard in my pants. This is not the place to be having these thoughts… of my assistant, nonetheless.

  At five after eight, Edward, my driver, finally pulls up to the curb.

  “Sorry we’re late, Ian. Traffic was rough tonight.”

  I open the back door, reaching my hand out to Maddison. She gives me a half smile before taking it, and I suddenly want to forget about going inside. Instead, I want to tell Edward to take us back to my place, but I’m in charge of this event, and my sister would kill me for not showing up.

  Once she’s out of the car, I drink her in. Holy shit. She’s in a tight black dress that barely covers her ass. It has cap sleeves and dips right between her tits. It screams sex, but at the same time, still looks professional. I’m sure there will be women inside with less clothing on. But all I want to look at is this one. I hate myself for thinking like this.

  “Ms. Monroe.” I release her hand, reluctantly. The absence of her soft skin on mine almost has me grabbing it again, but I somehow restrain. I’ve been nothing but a dick to her. Even the night we fucked, I treated her like another hookup. Technically, she was supposed to be just another notch on my bedpost, but something about Maddison Monroe has me wanting to throw caution to the wind. But I have a complicated past. This woman is a free bird and dragging her into my shit wouldn’t be good for either of us.

  “Mr. Wright.” She smiles and throws in a little wink. She knows she’s teasing me, and I want nothing more than to find a bathroom and punish her for the way she’s acting. But again, I restrain, needing to get us both into the gallery.

  “You can just call me Ian.” I wrap my arm around her waist as I lead her up the large flight of concrete stairs.

  She tenses at first, but then quickly relaxes. She knows she fits perfectly in my embrace, and she can’t deny it, even if she wants to.

  “I’m not sure how professional that is,” she says quietly, and I have to lean into her to hear her words.

  “If you recall, we didn’t start out on a very professional level, Ms. Monroe,” I whisper into her ear, and I feel her shiver under my touch.

  She doesn’t respond, which is fine by me. I know I’m affecting her, and that’s all that matters. I shouldn’t be playing this game with her, but when I’m around this woman, all rational thoughts fly out the window.

  We reach the top of the stairs and I pull the door open for her, my arm still wrapped around her sma
ll frame.

  “Do you think we should walk into a charity event with your arm around me?” She looks around to see if anyone is watching us. “Don’t you think someone will care that the boss is getting friendly with his new assistant?”

  I look at my feet, feeling like an even bigger dick for not telling her this had nothing to do with Wright Enterprises. I’ll pay her for coming tonight, because she was expecting it, but my selfishness had me inviting her. Okay, so I didn’t invite her… I demanded her company, but she doesn’t seem to mind now.

  “This, uh, isn’t for the company,” I mutter out as I look up at her.

  “What?” she shrieks as she pulls out of my embrace. “You told me I had to come to keep my job; what the hell are you talking about?”

  I run a hand through my hair, not caring that I probably now look like I just rolled out of bed right before coming.

  “This is an event for my family. It’s personal and nothing to do with business.”

  She shakes her head, not understanding what I’m saying.

  “I just spent three hours getting ready and freaking out before getting in your driver’s car, and now you’re telling me I’m not getting paid to be here?” Her soft cheeks turn a shade of red, anger seeping out of her.

  “I never said that.”

  She walks through the door and I hear her mumble, “I better be getting overtime for this.” I’ll pay her an entire week’s paycheck if she stays.

  As soon as we enter the gallery, we’re offered wine. She takes it without hesitation and I watch as her lips connect to the clear glass. Images of her on her knees in front of me, with those luscious, plump lips around my cock come to my mind, but they’re immediately gone when I hear my sister behind us.

  “Ian, what took you so long?” Bri wraps her arms around me in a hug and I reciprocate.

  “Sorry. Where’s Sam?” I ask as I pull away from her and I notice Maddison watching us out of the corner of my eye.

  “Did you actually think I’d bring Taz to a place like this?”

  I guess she has a point. My very active nephew would be like a bull in a china shop.

  “No, I guess not.” I turn toward Maddison. “Sis, this is Maddison Monroe.” I place my arm around her waist again.

  Bri reaches her hand out. “It’s so nice to meet you. My brother never brings anyone to these events.” God love her for saying that because she melts into my hold.

  “Likewise. This place is incredible.”

  “It really is,” Bri agrees.

  They continue to talk about different pieces that line the walls, but all I can think about is the beauty in my arms.

  My sister finally leaves us after hugging Maddison. “Go find Mom when you get a chance.”

  We walk around, doing the obligatory mingling, and then she pulls away from me.

  “I need to use the ladies’ room.”

  I smile at her and point in the direction of the restrooms. I immediately miss the feel of her against me.

  She’s been in there for a few minutes now, so I’m sure she’ll be coming out any moment. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I don’t want to spend another second away from her. I could have any woman in this place, in my bed tonight, but fuck my life for not wanting any of them. One taste of that woman wasn’t enough. But I’m not sure that I could ever get enough of Maddison.

  Six

  Maddison

  I swipe some gloss on my lips and run my travel brush through my hair. While we were walking around the gallery, I learned that this is a charity event for autism. Ian’s nephew, Sam—Bri’s son, is autistic. Each year they hold some kind of event for him and others on the spectrum. I’ve gotten to see a side of him I’ve never seen before, and I must admit that it turned me on. He’s not the jackass he likes to pretend to be, well, at least not all the time.

  I check myself in the mirror one last time, adjusting my dress. I could tell he liked what he saw as soon as I climbed out of his driver’s car. Mission accomplished.

  I pull the door open and turn right to head back to the party when I’m stopped in my tracks. I’d know his touch any day, so the fact that I can’t see his face doesn’t stop me from knowing it’s him.

  “Where are you going, Ms. Monroe?” His voice sends shivers through my body, straight to my core.

  I don’t turn to look at him. “I… I’m headed back to the party.” I can barely get the words out, as he seems to have robbed me of my speech. I was trying like hell to have this same effect on him, but it looks like right now he’s winning our little game of cat and mouse.

  He spins me around and now I’m forced to look at him. His hand on my waist is not helping calm my nerves, one bit.

  “I have some business we need to take care of first.”

  I look around, wondering what he’s talking about.

  “Here? I thought you said this had nothing to do with business tonight?”

  He leans back in to my ear. “I lied.”

  Holy. Shit.

  He grabs my elbow, directing me back to the bathroom. If I were wearing any panties, they’d be melted off by now. He flips the light on as he kicks the door shut behind him.

  “Now, Ms. Monroe, we have some business to attend to.” He pushes me up against the door, and I’m wondering if he can hear my heart beating in my chest. I’m nervous, excited, and hornier than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that Ian Wright is forbidden fruit, or what, but he makes me feel things I’m not used to.

  “What kind of business?” I gasp out as he slowly lifts the hem of my dress. Goose bumps erupt all over my body as his thumb hits the inside of my thigh. Just his touch has me wanting to explode.

  His hand continues to work its way up my leg, and he stops just inches from my wetness. I lean into his touch, encouraging him to proceed, but he doesn’t take the hint.

  “You need to be punished.” He bites down on my earlobe. I throw my head back against the door, and I’m hoping like hell no one else will need to get in here anytime soon. I want this to last as long as possible.

  “Punished for what?” I nearly lose my breath as one of his fingers strokes my slit.

  “Shh, you have to be quiet.” He runs his digit through my juices and then pushes inside of me and I gasp. “You need to be punished for dressing like this tonight when you thought this was for the company. You need to be punished for teasing me all night. And you need to be punished for making me want you so damn bad, when I absolutely should not want you.”

  “Oh, God,” I cry, and he covers my screams with his lips. This is the first time he’s kissed me, and the feel of his mouth on mine does something to me. Something I don’t know how to explain. Something I’m not sure I want to explain.

  Once I come down from my high, he backs away from me, just long enough to undo his belt and zipper of his pants, but then he’s in front of me again. “Do you want me to fuck you, Maddison?” He looks me in the eyes, and when I nod, he lifts me off the floor. My legs automatically wrap around his large frame, and I can feel his hardness through his suit pants.

  “Words. I need words.”

  I grab his face between both my hands. “Yes, please, fuck me.”

  After hearing what he wants, he sets me on the counter and slides his pants down his legs. His large cock is hardly contained by his black boxers, and I can’t go another second without seeing it.

  I grab the waistband with one hand, as I stroke him with the other. He throws his head back, cursing under his breath, before he grabs my hand to stop me.

  “If you keep that up, I’ll come in your hand.” He leans closer into me. “I’d much rather come in that tight, warm pussy of yours.”

  I shudder at his straightforwardness.

  “What are you waiting for?” I bat my lashes at him.

  He bends over, searching through his pant pockets and then huffs out in frustration.

  “Shit. I don’t have a condom.”

  “It’s okay, I�
�m on the pill.”

  I can tell he’s unsure if he should trust me or not, but he goes back to touching me.

  He lifts the hem of my dress and strokes at me with the pad of his thumb.

  “You’re so wet for me.” He pulls me closer to the ledge of the counter.

  “Yes.” I throw my head back and if it weren’t for the support of his arm under me, I’d hit the glass behind me.

  He pulls his thumb away from my pussy, and I look up to see him sucking it into his mouth before he inserts it inside of me once again. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

  For the second time within minutes, I’m tumbling over the edge. I’ve never come so many times in my life, not that I’d ever admit that to him. I don’t know how much more I can take, but he takes that choice away from me, when he slides inside of me before I can catch my breath.

  He grabs the back of my head, devouring my mouth. He tastes of red wine and spearmint gum.

  He pumps in and out—in and out and continues his ministrations for several minutes. It’s as if everything outside of this small room has disappeared, and it’s only me and him. I forget that he’s my boss. I forget that he kicked me out on my ass the last time we did this. None of that matters right now.

  He gently pushes me back, and I lean on my elbows. He strokes at my core with one finger.

  “Come. Now.” His demanding and panty scorching tone, sends shock waves through me, and if we were anywhere else, I’d be screaming at the top of my lungs. It’s amazing that I’m able to control myself at all. He pumps into me one more time, and I feel him release inside me. The thought makes me shiver, already wanting him again.

  “Fuck,” he mumbles as he pulls back to look at me.

  “I can’t believe we just did that here.” I look away from him, suddenly embarrassed, which is unlike me. But what if someone heard us? Surely, someone is wondering where he ran off to.

  “Hey,” he grabs my chin and I turn to look at him, “that was amazing.” He leans in for a breathtaking kiss, and I wish we could stay like this for the rest of the night, but we need to get back out there. “I’ll go out first while you get cleaned up.” He kisses me one more time before pulling out of me, and I immediately miss the feel of him.