by Jamie Knight
I wondered at one point if he was interested in women at all, but then I thought of the way he’d stared at me. And it wasn’t like there was any indication that he had a secret boyfriend instead of a girlfriend or something.
His office was strictly business. There wasn’t a box of condoms hidden in his desk drawer, no phone calls that seemed anything but pure professionalism.
It was on the morning of the fourth day when he called me up to his office. I came ready with a mug of his favorite mocha and mildly browned banana. He was at his window, staring at the soft shadows cast across the city in the early morning sun.
“I am going to need you for a project, Miss Sawyer.”
I thought the lure of his voice would wear off after a little while, but so far, it still made me weak in the knees. “What kind of project?”
It felt strange, not addressing him, but he didn’t seem to enjoy me calling him by his last name, I couldn’t quite bring myself to use his first name, and he had requested that I not call him “sir.”
I hadn’t stopped thinking about that remark. What did that mean, not yet?
He turned and faced me. “There is an out of town trip that I need you to organize. You will work on a business proposal that I will supervise.”
I placed his breakfast on his desk and took a hesitant step back.
“Where will you be going?”
“You mean ‘we’. You and I will be going to New York for three days. That is how long I expect this to last.” He held his gaze on me. “That’s alright with your schedule, I believe?”
For just a moment, I was a little miffed. It seemed like he was insinuating I had no life, and honestly, he was one to talk. But I pushed that aside and nodded. “Yes, it is,” I said quietly.
Just us, the boss and his assistant, in New York, for three days; It was Caleb Johnson. It was me. The two of us. Alone.
As if he wasn’t tempting enough when I didn’t have him all to myself.
He nodded. “Excellent.”
With that, the two of us launched into plans for the trip, ironing out travel details. Even so, I realized when we were finished that I still don’t totally know exactly where in New York we’re headed.
I gave him a long look before I headed back to my desk, deep in thought. I was not going to let my out-of-control hormones ruin my chance to actually see the side of him that no one else ever saw.
With my tasks for the day laid out, I slipped out of his office, but before I headed back to my own place to start working, I slipped into the ladies’ room. I splashed a little cool water on my face, the frigid shock cooling some of the crazy swirling in my head.
One way or another, I knew that this was going to be a hell of an interesting trip.
Chapter 3 - Caleb
Fucking virus.
I have read reports and seen the videos, and know it is just a matter of time before it gets to the States. The way those guys are handling it over there, and the way we are handling it over here, all of it is a fucking nightmare. But whining about it will not help. Action will.
And so I acted.
In six months I know for a fact that everything on the ground will be different. The way I did business will not be the same as I currently did, and I needed to adapt. It would be painful, and I needed the right kind of people to work with me to gear up for the coming storm. With that in mind, I had asked Marge, my soon-to-retire secretary, to pull up a random position for an assistant. It would be a journey I knew for a fact she could not handle, and even though we had worked together for over five years, I felt it best to give her the golden handshake and let her go back to her grand kids in Yorkshire.
And so the ad went up. I did not realize how fast the responses would come. Over four hundred, to be precise. But only one could win. And one did.
Her profile was simplistic. I was surprised that she would even consider applying, given the lack of experience in my field of entrepreneurial expertise. She’d hopped from job to job, but every single one contacted had raved about her performance. One thing was clear, she had grit. I live on grit. I eat grit for breakfast.
Then again, I had not seen her in person.
When Harlee Sawyer had walked through my doors at 8 AM on the sunniest day of the month, she was just about to find me explode from the temples. The business deal with the farmers was sinking and there was no way to salvage it through proxy.
I did not need to interview. I did not need a fresh face to judge my own. But when I asked her questions with my shitty Thursday morning mood, and she responded with what I needed.
What Harlee could not see, what she is yet to figure out, was how hard her presence made me. Her tight skirt and fluffy sweater. Her long legs and sweet-smelling wrists. The glimpse of her thighs, tight, creamy thighs that were made for thick hands, hands like my own.
I asked her questions. She answered them with pride. Her voice was silky, and it was just as I imagined her soft skin.
Under the table it took all my will not to take her, walk to the other side of this fucking desk, pluck her from her chair and bend her over the edge of it. I desperately wanted to strip her bare and plunge into her mysterious depths. I wanted to know her like a panther would its prey; intimately.
But I left myself wanting. I watched how she looked down at her thighs whenever I spoke, how she touched the top of her right knee when responding, and how she licked her bottom lip so quickly I would have missed it if I blinked. I observed how gracefully she stood up and shook my hand, and how she either didn’t notice or didn’t judge me for pushing my left hand deep into my pockets to secretly restrain the throbbing beast begging for a taste of her.
I was a little forthcoming with the whole ‘sir’ thing, admittedly. It was blunt, and maybe a step too far, but I couldn’t resist. Honestly, that was the most truth I have told anyone in months.
Time would tell where this thing with this girl would lead, and all I could hope was that I didn’t have to wait long.
I was sitting in the back of my car, remembering something from her application. I’d tasked her with an essay question, a simple enough one-page thesis on what she wants to accomplish in the middle of a pandemic. And while everyone else had bored me with predictable wordy crap, kissing my ass, Harlee had delivered a response that startled me.
She was sarcastic, and I laughed out loud reading it. When I’d decided to hire her, part of me was expecting a punk wild-child with piercings and leather. Never would I have figured her, this girl who wears fluffy sweaters and thin pink scarves and red-nosed heels and really form-hugging skirts.
The trip would be an opportunity for me to get a little closer to my trusty new assistant. And I was hoping to get very close.
This need, this heat, couldn’t seem to be sated. Long hours at the gym or quick rubs off my dripping cock in the bathroom, or living room or kitchen, or back of the car, fuck, I just couldn’t get her out of my head and I couldn’t get enough. I needed a solution, and deep down, there was only one that I could think of to solve this ache.
One that involves her bent over my desk in one of those short, tight skirts.
Click here to read Under My Boss's Rules.
**Includes TWO brand new, never previously published books!**
My boss is keeping me locked up during lockdown.
And he has very strict rules for me to follow.
I agree to help him at his mansion during quarantine.
And by that I don't just mean I'm his office assistant.
I'm also his pet, his play thing.
He can do whatever he wants to me.
Because that's what he needs to focus and succeed.
I don't mind, because he's rich and pays me very well.
And it doesn't hurt that he's handsome and confident.
Sure, he's demanding and he likes to keep me captive.
But since he's older than me, he's very experienced.
He knows how to make me feel both pleasure and pain.
/> I enjoy giving him my virginity.
But I won't give him my heart.
I may be young but I'm not naïve.
I know my purpose is to keep his boredom at bay.
When he says he's falling for me, I don't believe him.
Plus continuing what we began could ruin both our careers.
This was a temporary, secret fling during isolation.
But what if we don't want it to end once quarantine does?
Under My Boss's Rules is a collection of three quarantine office romance books: The previously published book Under the Rancher's Firm Hand, and the new, never before published books Under His Discipline and Under the Want Ads.
Each book is a standalone and they all feature an older, experienced billionaire boss and his younger but feisty virgin assistant, trapped together under lockdown, with nothing to do but explore their pent up fantasies... and fall in love.
Jamie Knight promises to always bring you a happy ever after filled with plenty of heat. And never any cheating or cliffhangers!
Click here to read Under My Boss's Rules.
Under Him series:
1): Under My Boss’s Orders
2): Under My Boss’s Command
3): Under My Boss’s Control
4): Under My Boss’s Desk
5): Under the Billionaire’s Shelter
6): Under My Boss’s Rules
7): Under My Enemies Roof
I am always adding new books to the series so this list may be incomplete.
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If you enjoy BDSM books, you’ll love my Club Lush box set called Training His Virgin. It contains six books about billionaires and virgins who frequent a BDSM club. Enjoy!
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