Yes, Boss:
A Bad Boy Office Romance
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Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Madilyn
Chapter 2 – Madilyn
Chapter 3 – Madilyn
Chapter 4 – Madilyn
Chapter 5 – Madilyn
Chapter 6 – Madilyn
Chapter 7 – Asher
Chapter 8 – Madilyn
Chapter 9 – Marliyn
Chapter 10 – Madilyn
Chapter 11 – Asher
Chapter 12 – Madilyn
Chapter 13 – Madilyn
Chapter 14 – Madilyn
Chapter 15 – Marilyn
Chapter 16 – Asher
Chapter 17 – Madilyn
Chapter 18 – Asher
Chapter 19 – Madilyn
Chapter 20 – Madilyn
Chapter 21 – Madilyn
Chapter 22 – Asher
Chapter 23 – Madilyn
Chapter 24 – Marilyn
Chapter 25 – Asher
Chapter 26 – Madilyn
Chapter 27 – Asher
Chapter 28 – Madilyn
Chapter 29 – Asher
Chapter 30 – Madilyn
Chapter 31 – Asher
Chapter 32 – Madilyn
Chapter 33 – Asher
Chapter 34 – Madilyn
Chapter 35 – Madilyn
Chapter 36 – Madilyn
Chapter 37 – Asher
Chapter 38 – Madilyn
Epilogue
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Chapter 1 – Wesley
Chapter 2 – Wesley
Chapter 3 – Chelsea
Chapter 4 – Chelsea
Chapter 5 – Chelsea
Chapter 6 – Chelsea
Chapter 7 – Wesley
Chapter 8 – Chelsea
Chapter 9 – Chelsea
Chapter 10 – Chelsea
Chapter 11 – Chelsea
Chapter 12 – Wesley
Chapter 13 – Wesley
Chapter 14 – Wesley
Chapter 15 – Wesley
Chapter 16 – Chelsea
Chapter 17 – Chelsea
Chapter 18 – Chelsea
Chapter 19 – Chelsea
Chapter 20 – Chelsea
Chapter 21 – Chelsea
Chapter 22 – Wesley
Chapter 23 – Chelsea
Chapter 24 – Wesley
Chapter 25 – Chelsea
Chapter 26 – Wesley
Chapter 27 – Chelsea
Chapter 28 – Wesley
Chapter 29 – Chelsea
Chapter 30 – Wesley
Chapter 31 – Chelsea
Chapter 32 – Wesley
Chapter 33 – Chelsea
Chapter 34 – Chelsea
Chapter 35 – Chelsea
Chapter 36 – Chelsea
Chapter 37 – Chelsea
Chapter 38 – Chelsea
Chapter 39 – Wesley
Chapter 40 – Wesley
Chapter 41 – Wesley
Chapter 42 – Chelsea
Chapter 43 – Chelsea
Chapter 44 – Wesley
Chapter 45 – Chelsea
Chapter 46 – Chelsea
Chapter 47 – Wesley
Chapter 48 – Chelsea
Chapter 49 – Wesley
Chapter 50 – Chelsea
Chapter 51 – Wesley
Chapter 52 – Chelsea
Chapter 53 – Wesley
Chapter 54 – Wesley
Chapter 55 – Chelsea
Epilogue – Chelsea
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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
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
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To Matt, who will always be the Boss of me.
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Chapter 1 – Madilyn
A shiver runs through me as I step out of the elevator and into the open foyer of the Law Firm of Marks, Sanchez & Reed. It’s not just because the air conditioning is on full blast to combat the dry August heat and overcompensate to the point where the air inside feels chilly. It’s also due to a mixture of excitement and fear that is coursing through my veins.
And horniness. There’s definitely a little horniness mixed in there and coursing its way through other parts of me as well.
“Welcome, Ms. St. Clair,” the receptionist says, standing up and coming over to greet me.
He’s every bit of a proverbial tall, dark and handsome hotty but his perfect hair and impeccable fashion taste— he’s wearing a bespoke suit and tie that puts my carefully chosen skirt suit to shame— signal that he’s gay, damn it.
“I’m Claude,” he says, with what I swear is a slight French accent, “and I�
��ll show you to your temporary office.”
“Nice to meet you.”
I shake his hand and begin to follow him. As we pass the receptionist desk I note a framed picture of another man kissing Claude on the cheek. I’m happy for him but sad for me that my suspicions are confirmed.
It’s not like you could sleep with the receptionist at your brand new job, I think, chiding myself.
I’m on a mission. I need to have sex.
But not with anyone at work. I’m not that stupid.
“Did you say temporary office?” I ask Claude, willing myself back to reality.
“Yes,” he says, leading me down the spiral staircase. “It’s right this way.”
“What happened to…”
I trail off momentarily. I had wanted to say “my office,” but that sounds presumptuous.
“…the permanent office?” I finish.
When I’d interviewed here, one of the firm’s named partners, Ron Sanchez, had showed me an office that would be mine if I got the job. It was a large office with an impressive view of the Sandia Mountains and I’d been eagerly awaiting the chance to decorate it and make it my own.
“You do have an office but that wing is in the process of expansion,” Claude says.
“Expansion?”
Am I getting an even bigger office?
“Under construction,” he says, with an awkward shrug.
It’s obvious that Claude is just as confused as I am. The poor guy was only assigned to give me the bad news and show me to my “temporary office” and here I am badgering him with questions.
As we head down to the next floor it also becomes obvious that I’ve been temporarily housed with the paralegals in a cubicle area of a large shared space in the middle of the floor.
“Here’s your temporary office,” Claude says, and hightails it back upstairs. “Sandy will help you get set up.”
I wish I could call out after him that it’s not nice to pretend a cubicle is an office and then run away once the truth comes out. But he is so damn cute that I’ll let that one slide.
A tall blonde woman with frizzy hair says, “Hi, I’m Sandy. Paralegal extraordinaire. Welcome to ‘Cubicle Hell,’ as it’s known around here.”
“Ha.”
I half-smile at her, not sure what to say to that that would sound appreciative of her humor yet not sound insulting to the firm. I finally remember to introduce myself.
“Madilyn St. Clair,” I tell her, shaking her hand warmly, although she doesn’t return my effort very enthusiastically.
“You’ll just work here until your wing is ready,” she says.
“And how long will that be?” I ask her.
She shrugs.
“No tellin’.”
We’re in the middle of an area bordering what looks to be a somewhat busy intersection for firm traffic. People pass us by and look at me with curiosity.
One of them is an overweight guy in a dumpy looking suit who sneers at me and says, “Good luck moving in before Christmas. And welcome to Marks, Sanchez & Reed, where the newest associates are obviously the least priority.”
“Don’t pay Steven any mind,” Sandy says, rolling her eyes. “He’s a senior associate who’s not going to make partner. He’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”
She walks away without saying goodbye or telling me what I’m supposed to do now. I sit down on the pathetic excuse of a computer chair and try not to look as dejected as I feel.
Today is supposed to be my fresh start. My bright new beginning.
I’ve dumped the ex, started a new job and vowed to live a more fulfilling and exciting life. Which includes having sex for the first time ever.
The first day of my new job is supposed to be the scary and exciting part but I sit and stare at the computer that won’t turn on no matter how many different ways I try, while trying to ignore the bustling people walking past me. I had no reason to shiver when I first got here. No one seems to know or care that I exist.
I can’t believe that just a few minutes ago I arrived for my first day as an associate lawyer, bright- eyed, bushy- tailed, ready to learn and eager to please, only to find out that there’s no room for me.
Sure, I’ve heard rumors about associate life. Every law student does. When you’re a clerk, still in law school but working for the firm over the summer, the partners wine and dine you, anxious for your commitment to work for them if you’re lucky enough to get a permanent offer.
I’d spent my summer clerkship at a different firm— almost, but not quite as, reputable as Marks. The first law firm had made me an offer to be a permanent associate after graduation, but I worked my ass off during my third year of law school and I’d gotten my GPA up to Marks caliber.
Even though I’d achieved my goal of getting an associate offer at the best firm in Albuquerque, now I’m wondering if I won some kind of booby prize. The lack of respect sure seems to take a nose dive for those moving from the summer clerk level to the new associate level.
Someone walks by and dumps a bunch of files on my desk and then says, “Oh, you’re not the new assistant?”
I look up to see an older woman in horn-rimmed glasses with her hair pulled up into a bun. I blink and realize I recognize her from my interview. It’s Gloria O’Malley, one of the equity partners.
I stand up, flattered that she’s talking to me.
“Ms. O’Malley, I’m the new associate lawyer—“
“Oh I was looking for the new assistant,” she says, barely looking down her nose at me. “I think her name is Melinda, which caused some confusion. When she gets here, ask her to start sorting these files alphabetically, will you?”
She walks off in the same direction that Sandy had, leaving me to stare in disbelief at the mountain of files discarded on my desk.
Wow.
So this is how it works now.
I guess this is my introduction to life as a law firm associate.
Chapter 2 – Madilyn
For the past hour I’ve been in my new cubicle, trying to learn about the law firm’s client file server and “brief bank.”
Mike, the IT guy, had set me up with a new computer because the one I had didn’t work, as I had already found out. Then he showed me the brief bank file and told me it’s a repository for templates other partners and associates had worked on, that I’m expected to use to write motions and other pleadings. I was happy to learn something of value.
Then Mike ran off to solve the latest technological crisis that a much more experienced partner was undergoing. There’s definitely a pecking order around here.
Suddenly, my cell phone rings.
Damn you, Jimmy.
My very recent ex boyfriend knows better than to call me on my first day of work. And my desire to avoid relationship drama was the main reason I’d broken up with him before the start of my new job.
I’m reminded again that nothing is going right today. But I guess what else should I expect, for my first day on the job, my first day at my new career, the first day of the rest of my life, which I’d carefully been planning for since I was about twelve years old?
I rush to hit “ignore,” but not before someone walks by and says “Ahem.”
I look up to see the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on frowning down at me. He has sandy brown hair that hangs over his ears. Hazel eyes that are still sexy even though they are shooting me a very disapproving look. And tall, broad shoulders and a matching chest that make me want to lay my head down on it and ask him to make this crazy day stop.
He’s quite a bit older than my normal tastes would gravitate towards— he looks old enough to be my father. But that, like everything else about him, suddenly seems surprisingly sexy. And I remind myself that I’ve thrown my old tastes out the window. My old tastes landed me wasted years stuck in Inertia Hell with Jimmy (which is even worse than being in Cubicle Hell by myself). My new tastes land me in Fantasy Heaven with this guy, whoever he is.
“I
’m sorry,” I quickly tell him.
“Cell phones are not allowed in this area,” he says, with a stern voice that makes me immediately want to say yes sir. So I do.
“Yes, Sir.”
I have no idea why I say it other than as a natural reaction to his authoritative tone, because from the looks of things I don’t even think he’s a lawyer. He’s wearing khakis and an Oxford button-down shirt but it’s slightly open and I wish I could unbutton the rest of it.
He looks both rugged and serene, like he just got done going for an easy jog around the block or perhaps flying a kite on a far-away beach. He looks out of place, yet confident in looking out of place. And he makes me want to be in that same place with him.
“No need to be sorry, just don’t let it happen again,” he says. “You are free to step out to make calls at your leisure but this area is not for chit chatting on cell phones.”
“Yes Sir,” I say again.
He raises his eyebrows at me, as if pleased to hear my answer.
“Sir, I’m—” I start to stand up and introduce myself properly, but just like everyone else who has been in here today, he is already walking away.
Except he didn’t even tell me his name.
I know that my two goals of having sex for the first time and doing well at my new career mean that I can’t sleep with anyone from work. Like everyone else in the world, I must have a rule not to sleep with co-workers. But as I stare at his well-toned ass as he walks away from me, I can’t help wishing I could find some loophole to that universal rule.
Chapter 3 – Madilyn
Just as soon as the handsome, mysterious, authoritative man walks away, my phone starts ringing again.
Shit.
I’d managed to switch it to vibrate but it still sounds really loud. I hit “ignore” again as fast as I can and look around to see if he is disappointed again. But he’s already gone.
I don’t know whether to be sad about that or happy that he left so quickly that he didn’t know I’m already getting another call so soon after he told me no phone calls are allowed in here.
Mostly, I’m relieved he’s gone before the office drama I thought I had dealt with at home followed me to work. I had made it my goal to break up with Jimmy before I started working here and I’d done my best to accomplish that goal.
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