ROMANCE: Badass Boss (Billionaire Alpha Bad Boy Romance) (Western Mail Order Bride Calendar Contemporary)

by Susan Fleming

  “Yes, sure. Let’s talk about it over lunch. In the meantime, I was also going to ask you about something,” I told him.

  “Sure, Carson,” he beamed.

  “I was thinking of getting an assistant for the summer and I’m looking for an intern to help me with a lot of paperwork. Can you recommend someone worthy of the position?” I asked him. It thrills me, this moment of waiting to see if he’s going to bite and offer me his secretary. I’m sure he will entrust me, considering the way he looks up to me even if he was clearly my senior.

  “Yes, of course, of course. My daughter.” What? Meh.

  “May I see her today?” I just told him politely. I bet his daughter would be as stiffy-do as he is, a conservative Christian perhaps? Not my type.

  “Well, she’s here right now.” Whatever.

  “Alright. Meet me in my office in ten, then.” I said. Boring. It wasn’t the response I wanted. I walked out of the boardroom and into my office. I guess I have to give him a chance. Fine, I settled and waited.

  The phone on my desk rang shortly after.

  “Yes, let him come in,” I told the receptionist over the phone.

  Jane

  “Jane, the CEO wants you to be his executive assistant for the whole summer. I want you to give him the best service you can give. I want you to understand that this is a very big opportunity for you to learn,” Dad said while walking back and forth in his office, lecturing me about how I should not mess up.

  I giggled to myself. “Service.” I would gladly give him good service. The CEO, I knew, was the last one who entered the boardroom.

  When he entered the boardroom and everyone fell silent. I was in awe. I never imagined that a gentleman of his age could be that debonair in real life. The celebrities I have been fantasizing about are not half as good as he looks.

  His hair was grayish-black and it amazed me that he had not put in an effort into hiding his age, trying to look younger. It was so sexy. This confident older man attracted me immediately. His blue eyes appeared as if they sparkled. He was immaculately dressed with the stance of a man who has been through everything and knows what he has.

  I felt hot just thinking about, suddenly realizing that we are already at his office.

  Dad talked to a secretary stationed just beside the door of the large corner office. She called him over the phone and then signaled us to go inside.

  Carson

  It’s a surprise, I have to admit. That sexy young woman is John’s daughter. It’s impressive that someone like him could produce such delicious offspring. Impressive.

  They came inside the office and I chatted amicably with her father a bit. I told him to leave after we agreed on the job I have for his daughter. He seemed excited, thinking about her career opportunity no doubt. I’m sure his daughter will be much more thrilled.

  When her father left, I took a moment to look at her, taking in her curves and youth with my eyes, my hands itching to do the same. The short black skirt she was wearing just barely reached the middle of her thighs. Her ass looked firm. I wondered if she was wearing a thong, that tiny piece of cloth that clings to a wet cunt.

  There two or three undone buttons on her white blouse, hinting at the black lacy bra underneath. Ah. A view that I like, something fresh, something youthful, something never corrupted. I wondered if she’s still a virgin.

  Moving back around my desk, I took a bottle of whisky and poured a glass for me. I held it in my hand, smelled it for a second and took a sip. I took a few steps towards where she sat.

  “Why do you think I hired you, Jane?” I asked, looking straight into her eyes. Let’s see how this goes.

  “Because I am qualified?” she answered. Good, confident. Best of all, she isn’t assuming. I’ve had so many women in my life; most of them wanted to trap me into marriage and did everything to impress me. They think that catching an eligible bachelor like me takes aggressiveness and strength. The secret is, I still go to those that challenge me— those that make men chase not by being aggressive but by being shy.

  “Yes, you are qualified. Very qualified.” I ran my eyes on her body again, feeling a slight twitch in my crotch. I walked over to my desk to hide it and signaled her to come and sit on the chair in front of the table.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “But, another reason is, I would like to fuck you.” Her pupils dilated with a trace of shock and thrill. She fell silent. I could tell she was an innocent, as shocked as she was.

  “Don’t worry though. I take really good care of my women.” I stood up and motioned her to follow me.

  “And by the way, I’m Carson.”

  Jane

  Next thing I knew, I was following him to his car. I don’t have the slightest idea as to where we are going but I continued to follow him because I wanted him. Turns out this internship would not be as boring as I expected. I smiled to myself.

  Dad smiled proudly when I passed by his office while following Carson. He thought I was being a good girl. Well, he’s right. I’m sure I will be Carson’s good girl when he asks.

  The car stopped in front of a pricey restaurant, somewhere I have not been before. It’s an exclusive place, not everybody who has money can eat here. We had a quick breakfast and it amazed me how the richest people live. It left me in awe of him. Never in my life have I thought about being in here. My family is rich, but definitely not this rich.

  “So, do you like the food?” he asked.

  “Yes, of course,” I answered timidly. I was still overwhelmed with everything, but still had control over my amazement. I did not want him to see me as an ignorant country girl. I wanted him to want more of me, so I was not going to give in just yet.

  “Good. I called Carly to accompany you for some errands. I’ll be back at the office for work and I’ll see you in three hours.” He stood up and left me.

  What had just happened? Was he turned off?

  It was nerve-wracking to be alone in the restaurant until Carly came. She was the girl who had been at the desk outside his office.

  “Where are we going?” I asked her.

  “To shop and make you beautiful.” That’s it. That’s probably the longest sentence she said during the trip, otherwise responding with just the occasional yes or no.

  We went to a spa for thirty minutes, then to a beauty salon.

  She instructed the workers on what to do with me. They cut my hair just above my shoulders, straightened it and colored it platinum blonde. I guess Carson didn’t like redheads? My new hair looked good on me. Or, was it just me? Shorter hair usually makes women look older, but I seemed younger without any hair getting into my face. I thought briefly of what my father would say when he saw me again, but quickly dismissed that as we moved on to the next place.

  A makeup artist took over my face and well, what could I say, I came out very different — hotter, perhaps. She emphasized my dark green eyes and put a bit of dark makeup around them, a big contrast to my hair. It was a bit loud, but made me feel more powerful. I usually wear makeup, but never this much, because I didn’t think I could pull it off. The stylist even taught me some techniques on how to do it myself.

  After the makeover, we went to an upscale boutique, somewhere I hesitated to go and have never been in.

  Carly looked at me from head to foot and started picking some sexy, revealing clothes. She bought some lingerie, too. Too bad I still felt uncomfortable with Carly, because I would have tried them on if she didn’t look so stern and strict. It’s why I just let her have her way. She picked some office clothes, too, but they were still tight and revealing.

  Everything happened so fast and after three hours, we were already back at the office.

  I thought again about Dad seeing me with my new hair. I bet he’d get mad, but I didn’t care. He wanted me to do this anyway— I was just doing what he told me to, after all.

  I continued following Carly, who stopped when we arrived at Carson’s office. She motioned me to go insi
de and I obliged.

  Carson

  “So, you’re back. Just in time.” I sipped my whisky and turned my chair around to see my newest office toy slut.

  “Ah, stunning. Gorgeous. Just like what I had in mind.” She smiled shyly and looked down.

  “No, please, don’t be shy. You are beautiful. Don’t you know that?” I assured her. I like this girl. She is confident about her abilities yet she can be very insecure with her appearance. I hope the makeover gave her a boost of self-esteem. I like pretty women but she had brains. Luckily, I am a digger for brains and I love to fuck smart women because it makes me feel stronger.

  “Have a drink.” I offered her some whisky to loosen her up.

  Jane

  I took a sip of the whisky he handed me. The liquor was smooth, certainly expensive. It kicked in quickly and I started to loosen up a bit as the warmth spread through my veins like molten gold.

  “I, I thought about what you said earlier,” I told him.

  “What? About me fucking you?” he asked. He is straightforward. Must be how he got where he is right now.

  “Yes,” I answered, looking at him straight in the eye.

  “Yes, I want to fuck you. I still want to fuck you, very much, Jane,” he replied.

  It thrilled me to think that a gentleman like him has his eyes on me. I am flattered and along with this flattery comes hot wet juice flowing in my panties.

  “I would like to fuck you, too, sir,” I answered shyly.

  “Good. I would love that but not now. It’s almost lunch, and I have a busy afternoon out of the office. Your house is on my way. Would you like me to just drop you off?” he answered coldly, looking stern. There he was again, switching his moods. One second, he wants to fuck me right then and there and the next second, I feel worthless. I hated it but I loved it at the same time.

  I grabbed my bag on the way out and followed him.

  Carson

  I did nothing in the elevator. I just stared at her the whole time, admiring Carly’s masterpiece, which turned the shy young woman into a gorgeous doll, a sex doll, perhaps. She was fighting her urge to look at me in the eye, a sign that this girl has not been this way with a man.

  We walked casually to the car, no words. If there was an audible sound, it’s probably my near-silent groaning from the throbbing of my shaft. I wanted her. The more I was with her, the more I wanted her and the more I wanted to fuck her and slam into her to punish such an innocent little naughty girl. Ah. But then, I must resist, for women this age love a tease. The more I deprive her, the more she will thirst for me.

  I gave the driver her address and pressed a button to close the tinted window in between us.

  Her skirt is up on her thigh, something that did not just go higher on its own. Her legs are toned. I assume it’s her youth or maybe she’s active. I stroked her bare legs, feeling her cool skin against my warm hands. She immediately got goosebumps so I massaged her leg, caressing her inner thigh to ease the tension. Her hand reached out to my crotch, rubbing my member which was already starting to grow harder.

  She got up and straddled me, placing her legs on either side of my hips, and sat on my lap with her widespread legs facing me. I leaned to kiss her, exploring her luscious mouth as I stroke her legs. I squeezed her ass, pulling her close to me, rubbing her wet pussy against my crotch. She moved her hips in a circling motion, grinding her pussy against the member under my pants.

  “Ugh...” I groaned in pleasure as her cunt continued to tease my dick. I kept kissing her, enjoying the softness of her lips against mine while my hands explored her wetness underneath.

  I started unbuttoning her blouse, freeing her firm and full-sized breasts. I cupped one while I mouthed the other, biting and sucking, playing with her nipples using my tongue. She arched her back, pushing her breasts against my face while she continued to struggle in unzipping my pants. She was already pulling my dick out of my pants when we noticed that the car stopped abruptly. She looked out of the window and saw that we have arrived at her house. I heard her groan out of disappointment and quickly fixed herself.

  She smoothed her blouse and skirt, walked out of the car and looked back at me with a sigh.

  “Not tonight, Jane. Have a good night,” I told her when I rolled down the windows.

  She’ll be dreaming of me. Just like what I want.

  Chapter 3

  Unprotected Boss

  Jane

  It’s still unbelievable how much he teased me and then left me unsatisfied that night. Frustration was the next thing I had to deal with when I got home, and I had a hard time dealing with it—touching myself was not nearly as satisfying as it usually was. He’s a naughty boss but I am a bad girl so I will have him anytime soon.

  Dad started treating me much better, except for occasional sermons about how much I should work hard to impress Carson. He just doesn’t know how much of a good girl I am. I was surely doing a good job of impressing him well.

  I didn’t have a hard time working at the office. Carly was already nicer— well, maybe an inch nicer. All I had to do was schedule appointments and that’s it. My workload is still light but I’m exhausted nonetheless because I had a hard time sleeping at night, fantasizing about Carson and how much I wanted him to fuck me.

  So, one morning at the end of my first week I woke up with a mission. I decided that that would be the day I fucked him.

  I wore a short white skirt and a white long-sleeved button-down blouse. I entered the building as formally as possible but when I entered his office, I unbuttoned my blouse just enough for my boss to take a peek of my breasts.

  I worked the whole day and planned to fulfill my mission in the afternoon. It was just barely four when he called me in to the office.

  “Hello, Jane. So, how was your first week at work?” He asked me with his eyes still glued on the screen, typing and taking care of some business over the computer.

  “I had a good time. I learned a lot,” I told him.

  “That’s good. Please sit down.” He swiveled his chair and faced me.

  He poured some whisky in his glass. He took out another one and poured a glass for me too.

  “I just wanted to ask something, sir,” I told him. This is it. My time has come.

  “Yes?”

  “Will you please fuck me?” I asked him. My heart was pounding, thrilled for finally having the guts to ask him what I wanted but still afraid of rejection.

  A small smile escaped his lips.

  “I would love to, Jane.”

  I drank the whisky in my glass and took the steps around the table and towards him. He swiveled, following where I was in the room, taking the entirety of my figure in his eyes.

  I stood before him and he grabbed my waist firmly, with no intention of letting me go.

  “Perfect,” he said as he ran his hands on my hips, surveying the curves of my body.

  “I’ve been fantasizing about an older gentlemen like you. I was always turned on by your type. But never have I thought I’d meet one,” I purred in his ear.

  “Would you like to fuck one?” he teasingly answered.

  “Of course,” I said as I place my hand softly on his chest. I bent to kiss his lips, him reaching out to me, too. It was a soft and smooth kiss, which lasted for a few seconds when he grabbed my head towards him, slipping his tongue in my mouth.